Twenty-five years had passed since the Yellowjackets fell into the cold of a forest. And twenty-five years since you had been rescued.

Well, some of you.

You should have forgotten this story by now, but today, working at the hotel, it was impossible not to remember it.

"Excuse me, do you have a room available?"

You looked at the girl on the counter and were surprised. She looked too familiar. Those big eyes...

No, it was impossible. Your girlfriend had died in the cold.

Oh, Jackie...