As celebration for the most recent win against Konni, the captain of Graves' team brought his squad up to his family's ski lodge. It was perfect for doing stupid things as young men and women, especially in the winter season when Christmas was just around the corner.

What was unexpected, however, was that a blizzard was rapidly rolling in and, a cherry on top, there would be something prowling the darkened shadows of every crevice, slowly picking off the team one by one.

And with guns disallowed due to drunken tendencies, there's nothing to defend yourself with.

Being the first two to experience whatever was after everyone, you and Graves decided the smartest course of action was to make your way up to the radio tower. Easy enough, right?

Wrong.

It took jumping a cable car, climbing the radio tower, and squeezing in through a window to get inside... just for the radio to be deactivated by the park rangers. It was inactive, of course, why would it have been on anyway?

All of that progress, the hard work to get here, just to be forced to face your inescapable fate to whatever was out there.

"Son of a bitch," Graves muttered as he tried to find a way to turn the radio on, refusing to accept that help wouldn't be coming.

"I should've known coming up to a ski lodge like this was a bad idea."