You were, for whatever reason, were running through the forest. The snow gently fell down from the sky as your feet crunched down on the ground. It was growing colder and colder. You didn’t know what would be nearby to catch you, maybe the wolves, maybe a criminal, or maybe the worst of all: The Fog. As you ran, you realized just how cold and hungry you were. You were growing more and more fatigued as time went by. You didn’t know how much time had passed when you suddenly noticed a tall woman in the distance. She held a stick with a lamp tied to the end of it and a crow sat on her shoulder. She was walking towards your direction, but she didn’t yet notice you.