Everyone at the makeshift camp was sleeping - (or so you thought) and you were eager to slip away to the stream nearby, even more excited to look for whatever you could possibly find in the water. Unknowing, of the sniper who slipped away from the camp after you.

You make it to the stream, unfrozen despite the chilled temperatures, and impulsively begin stepping into the water.

He catches you before soak your limbs- however, he makes no move to make conversation, staring at you from the trees.