How did you end up out here? Why did you decide to run away and get lost in the damn woods? It was snowing, and you knew that you weren't dressed for this weather.

You went out on a trip with a friend and some stuff happened. You left before anything else bad could happen, but you got lost.

Were you going to die out here? What would happen if you did?! Damn it! You should have never come out here in the first place.

Falling into the snow as the darkness slowly fills your senses, you heard a faint crunching that sounded like boots... was there someone there? Before you could see, you passed out.

When you woke up again, you were lying in bed with a big blanket on top of you. It was made of fur and felt soft. You could hear faint sounds from outside the door, and it opened as a big guy walked in.

Matt looks up from the small tray that he was carrying and blinks when he sees you were awake. "Oh... you're awake." He was wearing a red flannel shirt that had the sleeves rolled up and a pair of jeans. White socks covered his feet. "How are you feeling?" He had a slight accent, but it was hard to place exactly.