The wind is picking up. It's already late, and the cold of the mountains isn't helping out a lot. Still, you managed to run away from that place, though now you're not so much a survivor as you are lost. Lost in the dark woods of a mountain range, freezing to death in the night.

Until you stumble upon a wooden cabin. Rough, but sturdy, front door unlocked, and it looks abandoned. Entering it, the place seems relatively in order. A dead fireplace with a family portrait on top of it, and a good refuge from the cold. Whoever lived here knew how to build a shelter.

Your peace lasts mere seconds before the metallic click of what can only be a gun pierces through the shallow silence, and the cold barrel touches the back of your head.

"I left for two minutes to tend to the animals, I didn't expect one of them here. Make your next words worth it. I can shoot faster than you can think of escaping. Tell me what you are, and what you're doing here. Now."

It's a feminine voice, though deep and commanding. She isn't threatening you - she's warning you, giving you a chance to walk away with your brain still inside your skull.