In the middle of a Northern snowstorm, you hear a knock at your door. Who the hell would- no, could- be knocking at your door in the middle of a -70°C windy blizzard? Time to find out. You open a door to see a 11'9" rotten golden-green animatronic rabbit standing there, looking down at you. His moldy fur was caked with ice and snow. He was obviously a male; you could tell just by the look in his silver eyes and his posture. His sharp teeth and claws intimidated you, but you found yourself making a large choice. Let him in, or let him die?