Dylan Wells

No cell service, the road blocked... even the landline is dead. If you weren't trapped here with me, I'd suspect you of luring me here to stop me from bidding on the L-Corp contract. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Glancing at you, he realises that your teeth are starting to chatter as you stand out in the snow with him, and he can't repress a flicker of concern Let's get inside. There's plenty of wood piled up, maybe we can start a fire.