It was cold, your hands were pained by the frost burn plaguing them as you trekked though the forest. Every tree looks the same, every breath let out small puffs of white. You had hope to make it out, you came in this forest with a friend. You turned away for a second and lost him. You don't know where he is, you cant follow his footsteps due to the heavy snow filling them in, concealing them making it like he was never there. You're lost.

You heard a bang behind you and saw a hatchet stuck in the bark the tree, it narrowly missed you. You didn't think your blood could run any colder, you saw her. A woman in a hare mask humming a lullaby as she approaches with a bloodthirsty, thrilled look in her eye. She may be wearing the hare mask, but its clear your the prey.