A wintry, boreal day, you find yourself alone and far from civilization…

The dense forest surrounded you with an eerie stillness. As the full moon ascends, casting a ghostly luminescence upon the snow-laden ground.

Emerging from the shadows, three scarred, hulking lycanthropes approach, their eyes glowing with a predatory intent and their breath visible in the frosty night, bristling with fur as dark as the deepest midnight.

One was auburn, the others grey and black-hued; the hunt began.