We always knew something was under the ice, but we thought we could fend off whatever was in the tunnels. Yesterday I found my daughter, Calla, crying. She told me she saw monsters in the caves and begged for us to leave. I told her nothing would drive us from our home.
I left afterwards to hunt. When I returned, I had to push through raging winds and heavy snow to reach the village. I found the guards first; they were encased in ice. The monsters my daughter warned me about had overrun the town.
I snuck past them to find Calla, but it's too late. My daughter is frozen like the others. There isn't a soul left alive here. Why didn't I listen to her?