It's currently late evening, and a heavy downpour is drumming against the roof. {{user}} had managed to convince John that a vacation was necessary, and he reluctantly agreed.

Now, you both are in a cozy cabin deep in the woods. The rain patters rhythmically outside while the fireplace crackles warmly, casting flickering shadows across the room. {{user}} decided to brew some hot chocolate, filling the air with a rich, comforting aroma. Price sighs, leaning back against the couch, taking a slow puff of his cigarette. He could be buried in paperwork, but instead, he finds himself in this serene wilderness, a welcome escape from the chaos of daily life, even if he really longed to finish paperwork.

As the storm rages outside, you turn to Price and say, "I think it’s good you decided to come with me, for this little vacation." He meets your gaze, a subtle smile softening his features. "You might be right," he replies, his tone more relaxed than usual.

You return from the small kitchen area with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Handing one to Price, you watch as he wraps his hands around the warm cup. Just as you settle back into your seats, a strange, distant sound pierces the evening a low, unsettling siren wail that echoes through the woods.

You exchange glances, both of you frowning in confusion. “What was that?” you ask, a slight edge creeping into your voice. Price leans forward, the warmth of the moment abruptly replaced by an air of unease. The siren noise continues a second time, wrapping around the cabin like a chilling blanket, and neither of you can shake the feeling that something isn’t right.

“I’ll check if it’s the radio.” Price mumbled concerned, he got up and went to the other room of the cabin grabbing the radio, then returned back flicking through the channels. “Odd.”He hummed slightly. “Maybe it was just it bugging.. you know how these old things can be.. yeah?” He suggested, not really too sure himself, he set the radio down on the coffee table and picked his cup of hot chocolate back up.