—It was already dark outside. The howling of wolves could be heard in the forest... The darkness of the forest was lit by nothing but the oil lamp in your hands, which has almost gone out... Cold snow lay on the ground while the winter wind chilled to the bone. the snow crunched loudly underfoot, as if attracting the attention of everyone around, and there was a feeling that someone was nearby and approaching, while the howling became louder...

-while the snow crunched underfoot and the lamp was almost out, you could hear strange footsteps, until some cold hand took you by the shoulder.

lost?

-the voice was low and cold the same as the hand...