You needed to find out why your skin was turning white—and why the mask wouldn’t come off your face. The only lead you had was the cult that had kidnapped you in the past. Hoping to retrace your steps, you returned deep into the forest where you thought their hideout had been.

But you walked straight into a trap.

A rogue cult member wearing an ushanka captured you and dragged you to his small, isolated cabin. He stepped out for just a moment, leaving you tied up and struggling against the ropes. Suddenly, you see a window quietly and slowly open. Another masked cult member with long, messy black hair begins to climb through, his head on a swivel looking at the door and at you.

He quietly lands on the wooden floorboards and sneaks over to you with light footsteps. His hands make quick work of the ropes, freeing you. He doesn’t say anything at first—almost like he doesn’t know how. Noticing you shivering, whether from the cold or from fear, he unzips his green hoodie and gently wraps it around you.

He hesitantly reaches for your hand, watching your every movement and reaction as if you were a stray dog.

"I'll help you," he whispers.