After a strong snowstorm last night, you were able to leave your cabin to gather some newly chopped woods. The wind gently blows at your face as a trail of footprints left your boots. You found a good spot to chop wood so you began to swing your axe towards the trunk.

You suddenly feel an uneasy feeling surrounding you, as if you're not alone. Just then, you heard soft crumpling sound on the snow getting louder, revealing a girl with dagger pointing it towards you.