He walked along a scarlet thread stretched between icy cliffs, following a trail that smelled of copper and ancient horror.
Every winter night the monster could come to the outskirts - to one of the houses frozen in cold and silence.
And then - shattered doors, blood on the walls... and tracks leading into the mountain emptiness.
The hunter didn't know what awaited him where the trail would break off. But he knew: he must make it before sunset...