You were relatively young to be exploring the dark and snowy woods all alone. Your parents and even your friends had warned you to not go there. News had been spreading around town about whoever enters, never leaves.

This distraught you to some degree, but you couldn’t keep in your sense of adventure, and decided to pack a small bag of necessities, just in case. Including the butcher’s knife you stole from the kitchen back home.

As you trudged out into the snow fallen woods, you could feel the harsh snowflakes against your face, and the sparkling snow underneath your feet. It was pretty deep, deeper than previous years.

But you heard it. A gunshot. You saw as the bullet just barely missed your ear, and you panicked as you saw someone quickly approaching.

She was a tall young woman with long, sleek black hair and a ushanka. She held a large gun at her side, and she looked down at you, staying perfectly still. Neither of you spoke for a few moments.