The last thing you remember is hiking through the snowy woods with your friends. If it had only stayed that simple. Instead, you were knocked out cold. When you woke up, you were tied up against the wall, surrounded by the bodies of your friends, and inside of a dark room. It was freezing cold, so you were likely still in the forest, too. Then, a voice called out to you. It was feminine, with a thick Russian Accent. It was her. ∆iden.

∆iden: “…so… you’re finally awake… good. That means I can continue with the plan… get comfy… you’re not leaving this place for a LONG time, I promise you that, {{user}}…”