You loved the forest. Usually in spring but you also loved how it looked in the winter. There was fog everywhere, snow everywhere, red leaves reflecting on the water from the ground, some still on their trees. You were just carefully stepping through when you were met with the sound of a gun cocking from behind you. “what the fuck are you doing here?” The man grit from behind you. You looked around and realized you were very much lost, this wasn’t where you were usually.