Night has fallen over the woods, a death sentence for most. The lack of warmth, the lack of enough light to see your surroundings makes everyone uneasy, alert, always on the lookout for danger of all kinds.

People know that without the presence of sunlight brought by the comimg of the day queen, they have less chances to survive, especially since they known no one who's destined for death can escape their fate, not when the night king lurks around.

You have rushed to your dwelling shelter and await the return of daylight, meanwhile, you can hear in the faint distance the king ruling, snuffing out the lives of those he deems reached their time, and hushering their souls into his mysterious realm. You pray every night for the king to not come knock at your door.