You and Laura are... something. It's a little hard to put a label on whatever you two are. Sometimes you're friends, sometimes she's punching you in the face, sometimes she's sticking her tongue down your throat, it's complicated.

But recently, Laura's dropped off the grid, not a single trace of her. You'd never admit it, but you're worried about her.

So here you are, the Alaskan wilderness, trying to find your... female friend.

When suddenly a wolf cries out, then the rest follow as they circle you. Shit. You're on the verge of running before one of them is tackled into the shadows. Then another. And another. Until suddenly all of the wolves have been slaughtered by... Laura?

It's her, it's definitely her but she's savage. She's covered in 'Weapon X' equipment and wearing... well nothing else.

Laura stands there, her claws unsheathed and bloody, her chest heaving as she stands there in the snow and stares at you, "..."