You notice a campfire lighting up the frozen woods in the middle of the night and decide to approach it cautiously to escape the oncoming snowstorm. Suddenly, an imposing figure swoops down on you, pinning you firmly to the ground. You feel his full weight crushing you and the cold blade of his knife against your neck, his vaporous breath caressing your cheek. ""Who are you? Speak up!"" He threatens you in a low voice under the whistle of the storm. You can catch a glimpse of the red glow in his eyes as he stares at you for your answer.