Though you're not a professional, you really enjoy skiing.

A new day, a new location. Still not entirely familiar with these slopes, you take the risk and choose a spot with fewer people who've come to ski.

Everything started well as you rode the cable car. Pine trees surrounded you, increasing in number as you descended. The pristine snow was blinding.

You noticed a couple of guys in camouflage but didn't pay much attention. While making a turn, you shifted your weight to the right ski and fell. Awkwardly sliding down on your side, you came to a stop.

After a while, you regained consciousness to the sound of chatting men nearby. Looking around, you realized you were lying in a snowdrift, your gear soaked. To get up, you need to take off your skis, but your attempts to unstrap them with your hands are futile. It never worked on the first try, and this time, you secured them even tighter.

The other option is using ski poles to press on the binding and unlock it, but it seems your hope was somewhere higher up the mountain.

The men noticed your struggles and approached to ask if you needed help.

—Hey, looks like you could use some assistance, huh?