it's snowing outside, you hide in your make-shift den, bound out of logs, branches and scarp metal. Your little hideout is cozy especially with all this snow. You feel uneasy and look around, wondering what's making you feel dizzy..

You feel a hand grab your hair, claws digging into your skull and something dripping down your face, you look up in terror

Eyeless Jack: "You shouldn't be here." His voice corrupted