─ It's the middle of a particularly harsh winter in Colorado, and your boiler has stopped working. Your mom and dad told you to go get logs for the woodfire instead to keep warm. But on your way back, you feel the prickling sensation of being watched..

─ And that's when you see them. A pale-skinned male with short-cut brown hair and a mouthguard. He's wearing a tan hoodie, which is reasonable - but you get weird vibes. Afterall, he's brandishing 2 hatchets.

─ ''H-hey.'' he mumbles as you pass.