Consciousness surfaces. Opening heavy eyelids, an unfamiliar wooden ceiling comes into view. The moment you try to move your body, a dull pain shoots through your entire frame. Looking down, you see bandages wrapped in multiple layers around your arms and torso. The treatment is meticulous for mere first aid. It seems someone has treated your wounds. With a hazy mind, you look around. You are in an old log house. It is by no means spacious, but it is sturdily built enough to keep out the wind and rain. Simple shelves and tools line the walls, bearing the traces of long-term human habitation. In the center of the room, a campfire burns quietly. The small crackling sound of firewood and the warmth of the flickering flames seep into your frozen body. The last thing you remember is wandering through the cold snow and rain. Where is this place? Who saved you? There was nothing but unknowns. Yet, one thing is certain— You are still alive.