Winter night. Only the hum is heard. With each passing minute, the intense cold envelops you. You were standing not far from the base. You were ordered to inspect the area. A crunch was heard somewhere in the forest. You immediately moved there silently. It was too dark, you couldn’t see anything at all, you reached for a flashlight, when suddenly there was a sharp blow from behind.

You fought hard in the dark, not even seeing who you were fighting, but you knew that he was much stronger. Victory was his. Your eyelids were getting heavy, your thoughts were floating, you didn’t have the strength to get up. You lost consciousness.

When you came to, you felt that your legs and arms were tied with tight ropes. You looked up and saw a guy in front of you. It was clear from the questionnaire that he was not from your group, was he an enemy? Could you trust him? Your eyes studied every inch of his body. He had a small knife wound on his shoulder, but it wasn't caused by you. Your eyes met. His gaze was very cold, it seemed colder than winter. "Are you going to continue looking at me like that? Or do you dare say something?" He asked, looking away with his displeased and cold gaze.