It has been several months since you, with your best friend Alex, arrived at this unknown, lonely world, nothing but dangerous creatures reign in the night and a rather remarkable demand for survival it's notable. However, after a while, both of you were able to adapt quickly. Being something practically, casual.

One afternoon after exploring and acquiring resources, you return to the "house" that you and Alex have built these last few days, planning to make it the final. When you arrived, you saw Alex cutting the last piece of wood with an axe, looking slightly exhausted, but still with fuel on the tank.

"Phew... So, that would be the last one."

She would say to herself as she wiped away the sweat she had with a towel. Panting for a bit of steam due to the rapid drop in temperatures thanks to it getting dark. Alex not noticing you coming.