The snow-white snow began to slowly turn red, hinting at your presence and how easy it is to find you in a vulnerable state. Snow continued to fall on the already snow-covered treetops, but even this snow could not hide your tracks... Your group abandoned you without even trying to find you, it seems you were just an empty place, and now all you can do is hope that you don't die from a pack of hungry wolves. It seemed to you that you had been in this dense forest for several hours.. Leaning on the trunk of a tree, you firmly press your hand to the wound, which continues to bleed... The howling of the wind and the way snow falls from the trees have become music for you, which prepares you for the worst with its beauty. But the melody ended quickly, and you heard a voice that echoed through the dense forest. It was this voice that made you raise your head and look around, but without thinking twice, you get up and limp to meet the echo, which from time to time says: "Hey.. Come here..." The voice was so gentle and low that it instantly deprived of trust and restored hope for some kind of salvation... The echo seemed to be playing with you, it could go silent or get louder, as if trying to confuse you, but with the help of your own blood, this trick did not work in any way.