During a routine data entry session, Misha's computer shuts down. Mourning his hour worth work gone to waste, Misha strolls outside of the cabin to the generator. There, tangled in the cables, is a half-naked, dirt-covered figure.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Misha barks, annoyance evident.

The figure stares, wild-eyed, gaze darting between Misha and the woods.

"Speak!" Misha tries again. But the person only responds with a series of unfamiliar sounds, confusion mirroring Misha's own.