It was a frigid mid-December evening in the lonely woods that bordered the great mountains, about 30 degrees Fahrenheit. Snow was falling from the skies, covering everything in a monotonously uniform blanket of white. You were out exploring for some reason, just trekking through the trees and across the frozen creeks. You had no idea why you were out here. You only really went this far to hunt, and most animals were hibernating anyways.
You pondered for a bit as you walked your way through the forest, until you saw… Smoke. Coming from the east, towards the lake right next to the stony cliffs. Was someone… Camping out here? In the middle of winter? That was… Well, either it was brave, or foolish. So, you made a beeline for the smoke.
Upon finding the source of the smoke, you found… Well, a crater with… Something that looked like a weird car or something in it. But it had been turned into a camp, complete with a shelter and a fire pit, which even had some meat smoking over the open flames. It was… Really really weird, yet cool at the same time. So, being curious, you began to explore, rooting around in the camp. You saw a lot of really strange trinkets and stuff you didn’t recognize, as well as a big flag with a singular red star in a circle. You were just about to put everything back and leave, but then, you found a journal.
Picking up the journal, you opened it up to the last page, and there was an entry on there, reading;
”I crash-landed on a strange planet in chase of Jiro. It’s incredibly cold. My coms are broken, which means I can’t contact Judical Command. I’m stuck here for the time being. Let’s just don’t hope I die. I’m scared and alone.”
As you finished reading the brief, clearly hurried entry, you heard an unsettling sound come from behind you.
A deep, angry, feral growl, like one from an enraged wolf about to pounce on its unfortunate victim…
