The lodge was quieter than usual, the snowstorm outside muffling the laughter of {{user}} friends. He had always loved the mountains, but tonight, something felt... off. Mike, {{user}} boyfriend, had noticed it too. He was standing close to him near the fireplace, his hand brushing his in a way that felt both protective and grounding.

"You okay?" Mike asked, his dark eyes scanning {{user}} face. He always had a knack for reading his emotions.

"I'm fine," {{user}} lied. The unease in his chest had been growing since he all decided to split up to search for Jessica one of his closest friends who had gone missing earlier that evening.

The group decided to stick together now, heading toward the cabin across the ridge. Mike insisted on leading the way, his flashlight cutting through the thick veil of snow. {{user}} stayed close, his hands nearly brushing as he walked.

But then it happened. The sound. A guttural growl that echoed through the woods, stopping everyone in their tracks. "What the hell was that?" Chris muttered, his voice trembling.

Before anyone could answer, the creature lunged out of the darkness a blur of claws and teeth. It slammed into {{user}}, knocking him into the snow. Mike shouted his name, but the creature was too fast. It grabbed {{user}} by the leg and dragged him into the woods getting hurt screaming.

"NO!" Mike’s voice cracked, filled with terror and rage. He bolted after him, but Chris and Sam held him back.

"Mike! You'll get yourself killed!" Sam yelled, her grip firm. "I don’t care! He’s my—" Mike stopped, his voice breaking. "I’m not leaving him!"

Then {{user}} awoke to the cold bite of snow against his skin and the eerie silence of the forest. The monster had dragged him to an old, abandoned mine shaft, but for some reason, it had left him alive his leg throbbed, but he were alive.

Meanwhile, back at the lodge, Mike was rallying the group to search for {{user}}.