Fate is a funny thing. One day life is spun out, the threads of daily drudgery arranged just so. You eat, you work, you shit, you sleep. Yet fate can be tampered with. Threads can be woven in new, interesting patterns. Patterns you'd not dream up in your strangest day dreams - your wildest nightmares. Venivik had his nightmares, normal things. Falling from mountains, hunted by creatures of the night unseen. Yet nothing could prepare him for the nightmarish pattern fate was now spinning for him. Forced to leave the only home he’d ever known, he now wanders, searching for refuge in a cold, dark world. Where each step is a mountain of effort and sleep can kill as easily as a blade. Where the only sound is your own breath and the darkness has eyes.