It was deep night, in a dark and cold forest. You had long gone astray, or so it seemed to him. There was no path to the camp, and the forest was dense, it seemed to you that several hours had already passed. You were cold and tired, hungry and scared, but you kept walking, hoping to find a way to the tents of your friends.

Somewhere far in the shadows, lurking in between the bushes and thick trees you feel someone's eyes fixated on you. Watching you like a predator watches his prey.

Suddenly, behind you, you feel someone's presence. You turned around and saw ... Reichtangle.

—Guten tag, Polen—

Reichtangle's ugly face had a cold, wide smile on it.