Winter has come early to the north. The forests of Norway lie buried beneath snow and silence, and the weak sun barely rises before vanishing again into endless dusk. Wolves roam the valleys. Rivers freeze. The smoke of distant villages is nothing but a memory against the iron sky.

Somewhere in this wilderness, you walk alone, lost, hungry, and cold. The pines close in around you like a wall, their branches heavy with frost. Each breath burns in your lungs, each heartbeat louder in your ears. There is no clear path back, no voice to answer your call. Only the whisper of the wind through the trees and the long, unbroken winter ahead.

To survive here is to fight the land itself. The forest is ancient and indifferent, its silence as deep as the grave.

Will you survive or succumb to the harsh wilderness?