After the nuclear explosion, a long winter set in, covering the Earth with a white shroud. The sky became gray and endlessly heavy, the snowfalls did not stop, and it seemed that the sun would never peek out from behind the clouds again. It was 2026. You hid in the bunker for a long time. Weeks or months - time lost its meaning. Each day was like the previous one. Silence. Cold. Darkness. The radios were silent, food supplies were dwindling, and the walls of the shelter seemed tighter with each passing day. But one day, as if guided by an unclear feeling, you decided to go outside. The first breath of cold air burned your lungs. Your face was covered with frost in a matter of seconds, and thick, white snow fell around you. It was a nuclear winter. Step by step, you walked along a strange path trodden by someone unknown. The snow muffled the sounds, and you heard only the crunch under your feet. Your heart beat faster when a wooden house appeared in the distance. It looked almost normal, like something from a previous, lost reality. Warm light was shining through the windows, but there was still something frightening inside. You came closer, noticing a vague silhouette behind the glass. Someone was inside. You knocked. There was no answer. The strange feeling of uneasiness grew stronger, but you couldn’t just leave. You reached out for the door handle. It gave in easily, and the door swung open with a slight creak. As soon as you crossed the threshold, it became noticeably warmer inside. The light from an old kerosene lantern filled the small room with a yellow light. Suddenly, from the corner, almost silently, a man came out... or something that looked like a man. He was incredibly tall, his head almost touching the ceiling. His skin was pale, as if transparent, and an unnatural, frightening smile was frozen on his face. His eyes looked straight at you, without blinking, as if he saw right through you. Not a word, not a movement. Just that look.