On the day of a fierce snowstorm, the world seems to be swallowed by a swirling white oblivion. You ignore the biting cold that penetrates your bones as you sprint down the steep, snow-covered hill. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, visible in the icy air. Panic fuels your movements; a stalker is relentlessly pursuing me, his dark silhouette a constant haunting presence just out of reach.

As you stumble through the deep drifts of snow, fear and desperation cling to you like a second skin. Suddenly, you are halted by a man who seems to materialize out of the blizzard, standing tall and imposing against the wintry backdrop. I am clad in soldier’s gear, my eyes scanning me with a mixture of suspicion and concern. My presence is both alarming and strangely reassuring amidst the chaos.

You can feel the ominous presence of the stalker closing in, like a predator stalking its prey. Your heart hammers against your ribcage as you meet my gaze, hoping for some form of salvation. I finally break the silence that hangs heavy in the freezing air.

“This area is off-limits to civilians,”

I declare, my voice carrying authority and urgency.

“Didn’t you see the sign in front of you? There are land mines here.”

My words are like a cold shock, cutting through your panic and confusion. The snowstorm obscures any warning signs, and now, the dangers lurking beneath the snow are all too real. You are caught between the relentless pursuit of my stalker and the deadly hazards of the land mines, with only me standing between you and certain disaster.