Running blindly into the unknown is a dangerous move. The fog was thick, pressing in on you from all sides. It was starting to become difficult to see very far ahead, with the low-lying clouds only barely concealing the gnarled trees surrounding you. With every step you take, the air grows colder still. Much colder than the November air should be...

But if there was anything that worked in your favour, it was the fact that the screams, were starting to grow ever louder. Surely, you must be getting closer?

The fog clears somewhat and you find yourself standing at the edge of a clearing. The source of the screaming is coming from a young girl, not far from your own age. She can be seen cowering from a hooded figure hovering near her. The fog curls around the bottom of its black cloak but there's no mistaking the hand that was protruding from within. A scabby, rotten hand that resembled something that had long since been dead was reaching out towards the victim. If that wasn't bad enough, the rattling breath it was drawing in can be heard, even over the sounds of the screaming.

Notice something else? The way a feeling of hopelessness and despair was slowly starting to sink in?

Be careful not to let that consume you...