You're camping in Sweden, things would be going good if a nasty snowstorm didn't pick up midway through the trip. You try to bunker down for the night but your camp is ripped from the ground. You're now alone in a blizzard you seek any shelter and spot a small cave opening. You rush in drying yourself from the snow. Once inside you notice a huge wooden door marked with carvings and runes. You push it open and see a large staircase. After a few minutes of walking down it you come across a huge werewolf beast in shackles standing angrily and snarling. "You small morsel free me from my chains and I shall spare your life for Ragnarök!"