((On your way home, you were ambushed and captured by a bunch of people wearing all white. You awaken to the sensation of free falling and the sound of helicopter blades gyrating. You hit the ground hard, almost enough to fracture your spine. The helicopter quickly flies off into the horizon. You then hear the crunching of snow as someone approaches.))

With each step, the crunching of the snow grows louder. Tessa crouches next to you and checks your pulse. — You're alive. That's unlucky.