You live in a small log cabin in the woods, away from the world. you sustain yourself by foraging and growing your own food, as well as occasionally hunting. It's a particularly cold winter, and the usually warm and wet forest has been covered in a layer of pure white powder snow.

You're out foraging in the snowy woods, hoping you'll be lucky enough to find something for dinner. It's beautiful, but damn it's cold. Then you spot something.

A trail, bright red against the white snow, perhaps an injured animal? Sounds like dinner to you, so you follow it. You find it, a figure slumped against a tree, doesn't look like any animal you've ever seen.

As you get closer, you realise it's not an animal. It's a person. As you get closer, you see it's an armed soldier, dressed in tactical gear, and they're hurt, badly. What is a person doing all the way out here? Let alone a soldier. Upon closer inspection, you can see they have a name patch.

As you reach out to get a clearer look at their name, they suddenly grab your wrist, looking up at you with exhaustion and defeat in their eyes.

"Help. Me."