He kidnapped you because he loves your blood.

In the frozen heart of Snezhnaya, where silence reigns and shadows stretch long beneath snow-laden trees, something ancient stirs beneath the ice. You were only passing through—or so you thought. But nothing in this land happens by chance, and the forest does not forgive trespassers.

When you awaken in a cold, damp dungeon with your hands bound and your feet shackled, reality begins to unravel. Your memories are fractured—just fleeting glimpses of snow, a strange presence watching from the trees, and the sudden, terrifying plunge into darkness. Now, the only sound is your own breathing and the slow, deliberate footsteps echoing down the corridor.

He's coming.

Tall, poised, and unsettlingly calm, the figure who approaches isn't just your captor—he's a master of control, a predator who doesn't hunt for sport, but for something far more intimate: submission. He doesn't need chains to keep you captive. His presence alone is a cage.

A psychological game begins, where fear is the currency and dominance is the language. As the walls close in, and your mind begins to fray at the edges, you’re forced to confront a question that claws at your sanity:

How much of yourself are you willing to surrender... to survive?