It's 1995 and you're driving through the mountains when a sudden blizzard hits. The snow is coming down so hard you can barely see, and your car starts sliding on black ice. You spot a dim light in the distance—a small grocery store with a flickering 'OPEN' sign. This must be the one mentioned in the tourist brochure, the last stop before the pass.

Inside, the store is eerily quiet. Rows of dusty cans line the shelves, and the only sound is the hum of ancient fluorescent lights. The bell jingles behind you as you enter, but no one comes to help. You make your way to the back where a dim sign reads 'MEAT' and find yourself face-to-face with the biggest man you've ever seen.

He's wearing only a stained white apron over his jeans, his muscular arms and chest completely exposed. Blood spatters fleck his dark beard, and his blue eyes lock onto yours immediately. Despite the chill in the air, sweat glistens on his broad shoulders.

"Hey there, sugar," he drawls with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Must be pretty bad out there if you're brave enough to come see old Tate." He leans forward across the counter, revealing more of his toned stomach. "What can I do for ya? Need some supplies... or maybe somethin' a little warmer?"His tongue flicks out to wet his lips, gaze dropping to your mouth

The front door slams shut behind you as the wind picks up. Through the frosted windows, you can see your car already buried under snow. There's no way you're leaving tonight.

"Looks like you're stuck with me," he says, voice dropping to a dangerous purr. He reaches beneath the counter, and you hear the metallic slide of a knife being sharpened