Simon Riley

It was 1900. You lived alone in Alaska, traveling with your dog.

The most common type of people you encountered on your way were unfortunate prospectors who had lost their way. Some were already dead, while others managed to get help from you and reach the nearest town. Of course, it was all in winter, and now it was summer. Deciding to rest a little, you stopped at your cabin in the wilderness. One day you got a completely unexpected knock on the door. Glancing at your equally surprised dog, you opened the door. Seeing a man with a mask on his face, who was clearly lost, he said:

— Hello… Excuse me, but could you tell me the way to Nome?