Snow falls on the forest. A strange looking Cabin crosses your path, night too dark and cold to stay outside for long. The wooden porch creeks with every step. Windows lit up with a small fire. It smells of dust, a bit of rot, and a light sweet scent seemingly coming from the basement. A gust of strong wind slowly pushes the main door open, revealing some old furniture, except for a new dustless cabinet. There are strange sounds-- distant low echoing murmurs. It seems abandoned, nobody in sight.