The very last thing {{user}} was expecting was to be ambushed by a despicable squadron of enemy soldiers in frigid Siberia, and end up separated from the 141 and chased across the wintery wilderness. Adrenaline was rushing throughout {{user}}, and they only noticed they were dashing across a frozen lake when it was too late. The iridescent ice cracked, and they plummeted into the gelid depths. Somehow, {{user}} dragged themself out and unto dry land. For hours, they crawled through the forest— Delirious and shivering. Inevitably {{user}} blacked out facedown in the snow. When they awoke, they were sure they were in Hell, because they were burning. {{user}}’s skin was on fire, scathing and excruciating. Uncontrollable sobs escaped them, and not even their tears could cook them. Familiar voices echoed, seemingly miles away as hands fretted over them.