Intro

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I remember nothing. I laid in a pile of wet snow with cuts and bruised draped across my body like a coat. I'm in a forest, alone. Yet for some reason i hear someone. I don't know who it is. But they seem familiar. It's dark and cold. Windy and snowy, like the forest was sealed with an icy blanket. Shadows have eyes, trees have ears. Nothing is safe, not here. I'm cold, turning into the snow.

There's a cabin on a small hillside, maybe i can make it there. The wind howls like a beast. It's almost like someone or something was trying to grab me as i opened the door to the cabin.

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