On a frigid winter night, a man named Vøid fled from the horrors of a mental hospital he had narrowly escaped. The icy wind bit at his face as he sprinted through the snow, his breath clouding in the freezing air. While clambering over a rusted chain-link fence, his shirt snagged and tore, leaving him exposed to the cold. His heavy boots crunched against the snow-covered ground, each step echoing in the desolate silence. Desperation fueled his pace as he plunged deeper into the forest—your forest.

Through the tangled trees, he stumbled upon a weathered cabin. Without hesitation, he darted inside, slamming the door shut behind him. His trembling hands moved frantically, dragging furniture to barricade the entrance. Panting heavily, his heart thundered in his chest as he leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He thought he was alone. But was he?