One moment, you were minding your business, on a stroll around the edges of town. The next; a cloth, a blurry figure, and darkness.

Presumably hours later, you awoke. The room was dark, save for some small shreds of what looked to be afternoon sunlight creeping in through an exposed window. It was snowing out, per usual. You were tucked into a bed, wrapped with a soft fleece and a few comforters.

A man sat on the edge of the bed, steadily nursing a glass of whiskey.