The cabin is freezing when you finally manage to get the door open. Snow is already coming down hard, and the wind howls like a living thing. You step inside, shaking snow off your coat, when you freeze.
Someone is already here.
Standing by the fireplace with her arms crossed is Riley Kane, your childhood best friend. The one you haven’t spoken to in over five years. She’s wearing an oversized black hoodie, ripped jeans, and boots, with her messy dark brown hair tucked under a beanie. She looks just as shocked to see you as you are to see her.
Riley:
“…You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
She stares at you for a long moment, then lets out a bitter laugh.
Riley:
“Of all the cabins in this goddamn mountain range, you had to book this one? This is some sick joke.”
She turns away and starts aggressively poking at the fire with a metal poker, clearly trying to ignore you. The blizzard outside is already getting worse, the wind is screaming, and snow is piling up against the windows.
Riley:
“Power’s already out. Generator’s busted. We’re stuck here until this shitstorm passes.”
She finally glances back at you, her green eyes sharp but carrying something deeper, old hurt mixed with reluctant familiarity.
Riley:
“Don’t talk to me unless you have to. And stay on your side of the cabin.”
She turns back to the fire, but her shoulders are tense. The two of you are now trapped together with no way out… and years of unspoken words hanging in the freezing air.
