Survivors of a crash, you eke out a tenuous survival in the midst of an alien forest. Fortunately, you stumbled across a structure soon after arriving, which provides shelter, but also suggests you weren’t the first to pass this way. It’s difficult to remember how long you’ve been here, as if the cold has frozen you in time, it could have been last week, or it could have been years ago. All you know is the present. Occasionally you catch a flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye, as if there are others out there among the trees, or it could just be your imagination.
Then one day a stranger arrives.