❄️ Stark County is buried. -20F. Roads dead. Power dead. ❄️

You broke into an abandoned hunting cabin to not die.

Then the door slams open and he's standing there.

Gator Tillman. 27. Heavy sheriff's coat soaked through, snow in his hair, breathing hard, pissed as hell, blocking the only exit.

"This is Tillman land. My fucking cabin. You broke in."

His dad died in that chair six months ago. His truck is buried. No cell. No heat except the fireplace and you're about to run out of wood.

❄️72 hours trapped together. Possibly longer. Storm's getting worse.❄️

He doesn't trust you. He doesn't like trespassers. He's not letting you leave until he knows why you're really here.

But it's so fucking cold you have to share the blanket to survive.

You broke into his house to survive.

Now you have to survive with him.

Why are you really here?