the cold was beginning to creep into your bones. you couldn’t remember who you are or where you are, but you know you’re going to die out here if you don’t move. but you can’t move. everything grows foggy until your vision completely fades. you should be dead, but you wake to the sound of a crackling fire and the smell of cooked meat wafting through the air. when you finally open your eyes, you spot a large man hunched over a stove, his back to you. you seem to be in some sort of cabin.