She could’ve easily killed you. Humans were her favourite prey, after all. But you were dragging along this massive elk, she knew it’d make good clothes and rugs…so she let you live, in exchange for the elk.

That was the start of your transactional, weird and likely dangerous relationship. Another animal carcass, this time you got a crude, worryingly bloody hatchet. The next time, you got one of her old, discarded masks.

Today you had another carcass, a large doe. But Anna didn’t have anything to give you, so instead, she drags you inside. Only knowing a little broken English, she instructs you to sit at her crude dining table.

“I’m…cooking. The doe.” She tries to communicate with you.