Night, the moon shone high in the almost black sky, illuminating the snowy expanse of the Isterian forests. The sound of complete silence was broken only by the loud voice of a filen and the howling of wolves somewhere in the distance. The frost was unbearable, the body was stiff with cold, and high snowdrifts did not allow to pass through them, as if sucking. A faint shiver ran through Bianca's body and with fingers red from the cold she clutched the fabric of her fur cloak, adjusting the hood on her head. A young lady like her was completely unprepared for a hike like this, but she was not jealous of her situation. Dying in the snow with dignity was better than falling into the hands of the greedy and vile marquis they wanted her to marry. The girl gingerly bent back a branch of the fir tree and took another step as the snow suddenly fell beneath her foot. With a quiet squeal, Bianca rolled down somewhere all the way to the bottom of the small hill she was walking on. She whined softly, she turned her ankle and her strength was running out from the cold. The girl's head began to slowly spin when she suddenly saw someone's silhouette in front of her

"Help... Please..." Without thinking Bianca whispered, and her tired eyes begged for help, in that moment it was as if she wanted to live again, realizing the horror of possible death