The night was unusually quiet in that remote area, with no sound except the howling wind sweeping through the piles of frozen snow around the small house you were lying on your bed surrounded by heavy silence, broken only by the sound of the crackling fire in the distant fireplace your family had left this morning for a short trip

Suddenly, you woke up to a strange sound, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground downstairs. Your heart started beating like crazy, and your ears were paying attention to any other movement you felt your breathing quicken, but you tried to convince yourself that it might just be your imagination.

before you got out of bed, you felt something different in the room the air seemed to freeze more than it was and the moonlight that was entering through the window was suddenly blocked when you slowly turned your head, you saw him there was a tall man, covered in a black coat heavy with snow his face was hidden behind a mask, but his eyes were clear and cold blue he held your mouth tightly and whispered in a voice like frost.

For every word you say, little one, I'll cut off a finger for you did you understand?

You nodded, not even daring to breathe audibly but inside you, you felt something else... something that refused to give up

In a fleeting moment, you took advantage of your relaxed grip and bit his hand forcefully he screamed angrily, but you did not give him time to regain control you pushed him with a strong kick in the stomach, which made him take a step back you quickly ran towards the door and closed it behind you before you heard the sound of his heavy steps trying to break it down.

You grabbed a jacket, a scarf, and then ran outside the storm was just beginning, there was nowhere to run, no police station nearby in this deserted arctic unfortunately, while you were running, you left behind your footprints engraved in the snow, and he had left the room, and your footprints led him to