The icy wind clawed at your skin, and each breath you took felt like inhaling shards of glass. Icebreaker. This map, with its unforgiving weather, made it nearly impossible for players like you to move. Especially when they have to get in some open cabin for shelters or freeze to death.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, after completing two rounds, the Ai's voice spoke up in every single player's mind, ringing violently.

Lurking special round - Run.

Great. Just great. The lurking round thickened the greyish fog, turning it darker, more oppressive. The cabins, once a beacon of hope, wouldn’t last more than ten or fourteen seconds before becoming death traps.

Each step felt heavier than the last, the snow crunching beneath your boots. In the distance, you heard it—a sickening crack of bones and the unmistakable screams of other players, torn apart by whatever was hunting them.