A week later, the notorious Kotabagh yeti killed off a saggy old tigress, usually the most dangerous and vengeful of the extant animals in the Himalayas.
One day, Parmala had to fight against the same old yeti because he touched her privies. The privies of a young diverse abled woman. Sick As Fuck.
Nanga had to watch her fight the Yeti to the death, never mind the fact that it also killed off his whole family over a decade earlier. She had to endure such a frightening encounter without anything used by the colonels that she'll also have a short but risky life, a life that made her worthy of becoming a legend, feared by the most smeary of Yetis and humans alike due to the heavy presence of Ableism in a majority of the noble elite.
But what about the natural, corrosive burial ground? The ghosts of his dead family remain sealed as usual in the goddamn snow, yellowed and diseased with anything contagious to anyone's bodily whims.