You know the moment, when you finally close your eyes, accepting the bare truth, that there is no way you could survive the odds of being buried under the unknown depth of avalanche disaster you just faced, and someone named Park Chanyeol pokes you to wake up and asks “How is your day?” because greetings like that are necessary even if the person is buried under tones of ice, you kind start believing you are in heaven.

Heaven, which turns out to be a still faraway road for me because of Park Chanyeol.

Park Chanyeol, who claims to be the Elf of Mt. Everest, can be considered as sly fox instead because he demanded me to be his girlfriend in exchange of rescue. I kind of just accepted the prepositions without my own condition or consents. What else could you really do, right?

So here I'm trying to determine the approximate depth I'm in under in from the surface of Earth because apparently that's the first thing I need to do, according to another Elf Oh Sehun, before they turn me into Elf.