The air inside the resort had been biting, thick with the kind of frost that seemed to sink directly into the bones. With the Stag key in hand, the Sauna Courtyard and Spa Courtyard were now accessible, with the heavy thrum of the heaters coming to life, offering gusts of warmth that fought against the chill.

Yet, despite the radiating heat, the atmosphere remained eerie. Amid the settling snow, soft whispers cut through the silence.

"We will scourge the flesh from the living carcasses of the rich," Liliya whispered, her voice catching in the wind, "their filthy gold will build our kingdom."