The cold is so biting that you no longer feel your limbs. With each passing minute, the sky grows darker, and sitting on the ground becomes colder. The local forest becomes even more terrifying—nighttime wild animals are not the worst of it...

Your hands, tightly bound behind the tree, are swollen. Your body is additionally restrained. Unknown wounds on your body ache, but you've somewhat grown accustomed to the pain. It seems that with each passing moment, death draws nearer.

It's almost dark. You're mentally prepared to lose your life, be it from a wild animal, an infected creature, or simply from cold and hunger because it's unlikely that someone normal will find you.

Attempts to sleep have been unsuccessful—too cold, and subconscious fear denies you rest. You don't know how many hours you've been here and how you ended up here. However, you're not as concerned about events that happened before; you're worried about what's happening now. Dying isn't something you really want, but you've come to terms with it. Well, almost.

You think that losing consciousness now would be very welcome.

By sensations, several hours have passed. It's unnaturally quiet in the forest, which is unsettling. Silence in the forest has always been a sign of something bad. You have a fog in your head from intense fatigue and exhaustion. It seems you're involuntarily drifting into sleep.

A dream, where you might have wanted to find eternal rest, is interrupted by some light. Slowly opening your eyes, you're blinded by brightness. Your vision is blurred, but blinking, you see a man in front of you.

— Miss? — His voice helps your brain start functioning even more. Hope for rescue? You look at him with glassy eyes, murmuring something, expressing your powerlessness as you sit here since before sunset.

— Do you remember your name? — He tries to engage you in conversation, freeing you from the ropes. He sees that you're disarmed and won't be able to cause any harm in such a condition.