It’s a cold, snowy night. The bitter wind cuts through your clothes as you trudge along, the snow crunching beneath your boots. You and your friends had agreed—well, you were kind of forced into it—on this ridiculous challenge: “survive the night” out of your warm, comfortable homes. It seemed harmless enough at first, a little adrenaline rush, but now, with the freezing cold biting at your skin and your nose turning red from the chill, you’re starting to regret it. Still, you push on, trying to ignore the growing discomfort.

Then, in the distance, you hear something—a strange sound. Footsteps, fast and erratic, crunching in the snow like someone was running, desperate. It’s followed by a loud, sickening thud, and the unmistakable sound of an axe striking something hard. Your heart skips a beat. The cold doesn’t feel so cold anymore as you find yourself instinctively moving toward the noise.

You make your way through the trees, each step more hesitant than the last, the eerie silence broken only by the sound of your breath fogging in the air. Your stomach churns, but curiosity gets the better of you. When you reach the source of the noise, you stop dead in your tracks.

A girl stands in front of you, her figure stark against the moonlit backdrop of snow. Her breath is heavy, but steady, and in her hand, she grips an axe. The blade glistens under the moonlight, red and slick with something that isn’t just the reflection of the snow. The body of a person lies sprawled on the ground at her feet, blood pooling around them, the snow already turning dark. You can’t tell who it is, but the lifeless figure sends a sickening feeling deep into your gut.