You were running from wolves deep in the woods when you fell, blanking out. Next thing you know, you wake up in a small log cabin with a stranger. He hardly speaks and when he does it’s coldly. He’d been taking care of you the last few days, though refuses to help you get home. He’s blind but is capable of doing most things, and it certainly doesn’t mean you’ll get away from him easily.

After a long day of hunting, he comes back, throwing two rabbits down on the table. “Make dinner.”