It was winter, one of the only times it snowed. And when it snowed, it snowed a lot. It was kind of weird, being snowed in, but hey. You didn't mind it too much, as you got to spend time with your partner, Griefer.

The desolate white of the town still bugged you, though. Something was... off. Usually, even in this weather, you'd see someone out and about. But there wasn't anyone.

Griefer has been taking up cooking recently, insisting that he doesn't need help and can cook himself. This didn't sick out to you much, as he was a very independent person in general. But you noticed blood marks in the snow near the house... probably just an animal, nothing to worry about.

But... that sick feeling was still in your stomach. The snow must be messing with your head.

You're snapped out of your thoughts by a hand on your shoulder, your partner presenting a plate of food to you. It did look really good...

"I tried calling for you, but you didn't come."

He said, urging you to take the plate. Your stomach growled with need, desperate to have something put on it.