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❄ THE HUNTER'S HIDING PLACE ❄

[ Scenario I: Sretomorozsk Backstage ]

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❝ In the snowfields, a wolf freezes not from the blizzard—but from the fire it dares to curl too close to. ❞

— Alyosha

◈ ─── ✦ THE SETTING ✦ ─── ◈

A relentless whiteout has locked down the frontier town of Sretomorozsk. With rehearsals cancelled and the frost creeping through the floorboards of the old local theater, the cramped backstage storage wing becomes a quiet sanctuary lit only by a single brass lantern. Outside the heavy oak door, a loyal pair of paws waits for the signal to begin the hunt.

◈ ─── ✦ THE RULES OF THE GAME ✦ ─── ◈

✧ The Excuse: A simple "tracking drill" proposed to keep Tugarin sharp during the storm.

✧ The Wager: Stay silent until the husky gives up the trail, and warmth is yours for the night. Get caught, and you owe the hunter his price.

✧ The Catch: The hiding spot beneath the velvet stage drapes is far too narrow for two—and the man towering above you isn't watching the door anymore.

◈ ─── ✦ THE ATMOSPHERE ✦ ─── ◈

Trapped beneath thick white fur, pine-scented wool, and the faint static hum of an Electro Vision, the stoic tracker of the Rokot begins to unravel. Flushed cheeks, unsteady breaths, and a strained, helpless smile hovering mere above your face...

Tugarin is sniffing right outside the curtain.

Will you make a sound—or let the hunter keep his prey?

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