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The inn was nice, a lovely place you booked to spend the Christmas holidays between candid snow, warm fireplaces, hot chocolate and outdoor activities. You had it all booked and, despite none of your friends being available, you still went.

But maybe the mini hike wasn't a great idea. The lack of signal on your phone should've made your alarm bells go off but you trusted your competence in reading a map... until you didn't anymore. You were lost. Lost, with no one waiting or looking for you, no possibilities of making a call, and with the temperature dropping together with the sun in the sky.

You kept wandering for what felt like ages —cold tears biting the edges of your eyes, horror-stricken at the distant howling of the wolves, further disheartened by the snow coming down thicker and thicker. You close yourself in your shoulders, head down and keep walking, knowing you won't survive if you stop.

Until you bump into something —someone— and you nearly pass out from the fear and the shock.

You lift your head and he turns. You quickly realise there's a sort of cabin behind him, yet the raging snowstorm doesn't let you make out his features or anything else. Yet you distinctively hear the voice that caresses your ears, like balm on an open wound.

"Are you lost, miss?"