The wind blew ominously through the cracks in the wood; whistling as a Sunday choir as you awake from your restless sleep. The temperature dropped well below zero, accompanied by the heavy snowfall visible through the small cabin window.

The unmistakable sound of a magazine clipped into a pistol breaks the silence.

Your eyes back in focus, settling upon a dark figure seated across the room.

''Ghost?''

A low hum as he shifts forward, gun still aimed at you.

‘’You’re alive.’’