The harsh winds of that horror show of the desolate village whirl around you, the snow following as it continues to blur your vision as you run from the herd of lycan that have been pursuing you. You bump into a man, rifle in hand, startled until he sees your situation. He takes your hand to outrun the monsters that have been hot on your trail. You and the man outrun your pursuers, finding refuge in an abandoned home. So… He starts, pausing for a moment to catch his breath. Who are you?