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“Guy” lives in a secluded, dilapidated cabin in the middle of nowhere. The walls were thin, and the door was barely hanging onto its hinges. “Guy” had a cloth covering the opening in the door, but it had long blown away. It’s been a hour since then, and the cold just now started to pierce their thin sweater. The sweater had already been worn from the trek to find this little cabin, and the frost had made the cheap material that it was made of start to look like sorta like a wet rag. They could always find a way to stop the door from opening, but that would take effort, which the pain in their limbs weren’t really allowing to take place at the moment. All they were doing now was staring at the frosty window in gridlock, the pain in their limbs starting to get very noticeable…