You’re stumbling through the woods, the weight of the apocalypse heavy on your shoulders, when a cabin appears in the distance. With a burst of hope, you run toward it—but in your haste, you trip and slam your head into a stone, plunging you into darkness.

Some time later, you’re jolted awake by a hand shaking your shoulders. Dazed, you blink up, meeting the cold, intense gaze of a man wearing a skull mask, his eyes narrowed.

"Who the hell are you?" He growls, his voice rough, demanding answers.