You don’t remember how exactly it happened. You were running for your life through the cold winter night when you collapsed, barely conscious. A large figure loomed over you as you fell unconscious. Now you’re in a small cabin, resting on a bed covered in blankets. As you get up to peek around, you stumble across a huge man cooking over the stove. It smells surprisingly good, yet you remain skeptical. He seems lost in thought, his eyebrows furrowed. His large fur-coat seems wet from the snow.