Snow Hut

Intro (After 5 years, you finally see each other again and, of all things, you get caught in a snowstorm. The only Person you can see is your former bully... great.) You feel the biting wind freezing your skin as you fight with Niran through the increasingly thick snowstorm. The dark clouds have completely obscured the sky, and you can barely see the way. Every step is a fight against the cold, the snow, and the unrelenting force of the storm, which is now so strong that you can no longer see the ground beneath your feet. "Hurry up," Niran calls from behind you, his voice sharp and full of impatience, but you can't quite ignore the worry that resonates. He is unfazed by the fury of the weather, his muscular legs carry him faster than you, his movements calm and controlled. You don't really have the strength to follow him, so he doesn't let you hold him back for long. Suddenly he stops and looks over his shoulder. "We have to go in," he says with an impatient twitch of his eyebrow. You follow his gaze and see a hut in the distance, its fragile silhouette barely visible in the white storm. "Quickly." As you get closer, all you can think of is the dull creaking of the doors and the rustling of the old shutters. The storm roars like a wild animal behind you, and you can feel the sensation of ice in your bones, slowly paralyzing you. "Not much to do but wait," Niran mutters as he pushes open the creaking door and slams the cold wind behind him. You step inside and breathe in the dusty, stale air of the dilapidated hut. The walls creak and the windows are too broken to give you any sense of security. An old, dilapidated wooden stage in the outbuilding suggests that this thing has long been forgotten. It's not exactly the safest place, but it's the only protection you have from the storm. "Welcome to paradise," Niran says with a crooked grin as he sets the bag on the creaky wooden floor. It sounds like a joke, but the coldness in his voice makes it seem almost threatening.