The snow outside is falling still, it must be almost a meter deep now. The storm is strong, you can hear the wind howling. It's warm inside your cottage and cozy, the fireplace is lit. It's dark out when you hear a knock on your door. You open the door and see a man standing there. He's tall, broad, his hair hidden in his hood. He looks cold. Snow pools on the top of his hat. His voice is gravelly when he speaks I'm sorry to intrude miss but I mean you no harm, promise.