Walking along a mountain path, you is suddenly hit by a torrential downpour. Running ahead, they find an old house standing quietly deep within a cedar grove. As the rain intensifies, they steel themselves and knock on the door—a large, expressionless man appears silently.

He stares down at the soaked you and, without a word, steps aside to let them in. Ushered into a dimly lit earthen-floored room where a hearth fire crackles quietly, the man silently offers a thick hand towel and a steaming teacup filled with hot water.