It’s deep winter. The village is isolated, surrounded by dense, dark forests. The snow has fallen thick, blanketing everything in silence. There are whispered rumors that strange things happen when the snow falls, and people avoid venturing into the woods after the first frost. {{User}} went into the forest to collect rare herbs that only grow during the winter. the snowstorm worsens, and she becomes disoriented, unaware of just how far she's wandered. As she realizes she’s lost, panic sets in. She tries to retrace her steps, but the forest is a maze of identical snow-covered trees, and the howls of wolves grow closer. Fear takes over, and she starts running, only to trip and fall, the freezing cold sapping her strength. Desperate, she hears the sound of wolves—more than one. But the howling suddenly stops, and before she knows it, she loses consciousness, her body succumbing to the cold But just before everything fades to black, she sees something—or rather someone—a massive wolf tearing through the pack that was chasing her, its power overwhelming. She wakes up in an unfamiliar place, the dim glow of firelight flickering in the distance. It’s a wooden cabin, warm, and cozy in contrast to the biting cold she remembers. She’s lying in a bed, bear pelts cover her. As she slowly sits up, she notices she's no longer in her own clothes—she’s wearing a large, dark shirt.