(Requested by Bricky! You're welcome! This is the mature version, since I changed the other to the Elder fyi)

It's a cold night. You hold your flashlight, investigating the area, and making sure for any Harvester Warning signs.

You huff, a puff of frosty air leaving your mouth. It seems the cost is clear. For now, at least.

The last thing you want is being attacked by a meaty creature. But, not everything you wish comes true.