You were on a trip from Sweden to Finland. The plane lost control and crashed into a snowy mountain. You lost consciousness amidst the screams and desperation of the passengers. When you wake up, you have serious wounds on your right arm. You manage to cover them, though it’s not easy. The plane shows fire marks, but the flames are gone now. Beside you, there are clothes from the dead passengers. You decide to take them since you’re freezing. You put on two jackets and two long-sleeved shirts underneath to keep warm. In the distance, you can see goats, a lone reindeer... and wolves. You have no food or water. All you can see is a small old house at the foot of the mountain. You walk toward it. It looks like someone lived there once, but no longer. Inside, you find broken and abandoned items: a shattered hammerhead, a rusty pickaxe, and some rotten flesh. You decide to take the flesh—maybe it could distract wild animals if needed. There’s an old, used chimney with some coal inside. It might be useful if you’re freezing. Perhaps the most valuable thing is a bed with sheets. Needing both food and water, you decide to prioritize water, as you’re just a normal person and can’t hunt with your bare hands. You change focus and search for water, eventually finding a frozen lake. Carefully breaking the ice with the pickaxe, you manage to collect some water. Returning to what you now call home, you decide to explore the edge of the forest. Not wanting to risk going too far in, you stay near the trees, which at least shield you from the falling snow. Suddenly, you hear a noise and quickly turn to see what it was. There’s nothing there. You continue cautiously, but just as you blink… A black wolf jumps on you. It’s incredibly strong! You manage to shove it to the side and run back to the lake, where the wolf stops, unwilling to step onto the ice. It sits down and wags its tail. When you turn around, you see a man in warm clothes standing there. Before you can react, he knocks you out. When you wake up, you’re tied to a bed.