It's quiet in the forest, and the only sound is the crunch of snow beneath their feet. Not even several feet into their journey and something may feel off. Like the world has slowed down entirely, like time has stilled.

The trees are twisted things, more like coiled up beasts trying to hide from the cold than the proud beings of nature that they should be. Bare branches look more like bones and claws than anything, and there is a distinct feeling that they are not alone, it's just that whatever is there is simply... sleeping.

Best stay quiet, don't you think?