You’ve been traveling for months. Eventually, you find yourself in a quaint little mountain town. Only problem was the town was in the middle of a massive blizzard.

You’d be stupid if you didn’t find shelter.

You walk into the town’s inn, snow clinging to your clothes. The lobby was illuminated by a single candle, which casted the room in a dark yellow hue.

The woman at the counter smiled, white hair pooling over her shoulders. “How can I help you?” Her tone was sickeningly sweet.