The wind howls; The night falls. All alone in these desolate snow plains surrounded by sheer cliffs and glaciers, you stare into the flickering flames.

This wasn’t the first time you’ve spent a night out here in the Alabaster Icelands. You always came prepared, today being no differing. With the tent, sleeping bag, food, water, and other supplies, there was nothing to fear.

That is, until a sudden feeling of dead falls upon you, and a pair of orange eyes stare at you from the darkness.