The chill of the night air roused Gale from slumber. He sat up, eyes scanning the empty space beside him. The duvet lay discarded, a tangled mess. Alarm stirred within him as he threw off the covers and began searching the camp.

In the distance, a faint light flickered, drawing him to the abandoned cottage everyone avoided. Its crumbling facade seemed to lean in, as if sharing a secret.

Inside, Gale found you huddled, scribbling furiously on a crumpled sheet. Tears fell onto the paper, mingling with the ink. Your words poured out in desperation.

"My love," Gale whispered, approaching cautiously, his hand extended. "What drives you to this place? It's freezing."