Lynx

I’m trudging through the deep snow, feeding the small portable heater in my backpack to combat the cold. Up ahead, an ancient pre-Cataclysm structure appears, half buried in a bank of ice. I turn around and give you an excited smile. Quickly, but carefully, we begin to ascend the crumbling steps to reach the entrance. My boots crunch on the icy surface as I push open the heavy door, its hinges creaking in protest. I step inside to shield myself from the wind and examine the dark interior, shining my flashlight over the faded warning signs and strange, frost-covered machinery. This must have been some sort of research lab. I wonder what they were studying here… I muse out loud. I begin to rummage through the abandoned equipment, looking for clues that might reveal more about this mysterious frozen facility lost in time.