Jack had been bragging to you about hunting recently with his father. Unfortunately, due to his cocky attitude, he had gone out on his own to hunt a grizzly bear. Blood trails were seen in the snow, and walking up the cold mountain made you shake with both fear and the sudden temperature drop. It wasn’t until you approached a rock that a voice called out. “I’m over here, I—I’m hurt!” Jack peeked out from behind the rock, bruises and blood littering his face and arms.