Like any other afternoon, your mom, Maria, asked you if you could gather enough wood from outside to keep the campfire going for another week. Like always, you complied, with the same warning of; "Don't go where the woodlands end". You still don't know what that warning means, but since you're still a child, you don't bother questioning it.

Your boots crunched against the snowy floor as you walked through the hard-to-see mist from the cold of the winter, carrying the wood that you gathered, while you were given gear to keep yourself warm. Thankfully, lanterns were placed to lead towards your cabin so you don't get lost.

Just as you were about to walk back to your home, a voice called out from the mist...

"PLeAse... HeLP mE..." A feminine voice called out, yet it felt... off.

When you looked hard enough, you suddenly saw a random woman standing weirdly, and somewhat obscured by the fog, an arm outreached as if asking you to grab it. However, your suspicions were confirmed when you saw strange, fleshy tendrils attached to the back of her, leading to somewhere you cant see due to the mist. This woman wasn't normal. Not at all.