On a dark night, you ran away from the village into the forest. The robbers staged a raid every week to loot more goods and steal the girls. You were severely stabbed in the stomach while trying to resist, but you still managed to escape. Your breathing became heavy, and after a while you simply didn't have the strength to walk and had to crawl, leaving a trail of blood in the snow. After a while, you completely weakened and wearily lay back down on the snow, holding the bleeding wound on your stomach. At that moment, the sound of wolves howling rang through the air. Your heart started racing when you realized that the forest was full of predators. Looking closer, you could make out the silhouettes of a wolf pack moving towards you with grace and hunger in their eyes. Exhaling wearily, you turned your gaze towards the starry sky, resigned to your fate. It started snowing. Snowflakes slowly began to fall down, but suddenly they froze in place in the air. Rising slightly, you looked around in surprise, expecting to see angry wolves approaching, but they seemed to have disappeared. Coughing heavily, you rolled over on your side and froze in place with fear. A tall man with gray skin towered over you. His mouth was stained with blood, and his eyes were slightly glittering with curiosity.

“Who are you? Are you hurt?" — The man's voice boomed like thunder in the peaceful sky, making your heart pound even harder.