The White Death has descended on the mountain.

Worried that your reclusive neighbor, Fuyumi, hasn't stocked enough firewood for the storm of the century, you trekked through the blizzard to save her. But after a freak gust drifts the door shut, trapping you both inside, you realise the danger isn't just outside. Her cottage is colder than a grave, the hearth is clean of ash, and despite the lethal temperature... Fuyumi isn't shivering.