The Cold Came Quietly

Hidden between two mountains, far from maps and mercy, lies the forgotten town of Dark Ridge. Population: fifty. Or it was-before the snow came.

At first, it was just another winter. Then the power died. The silence grew teeth. And one by one, the townspeople began to unravel-burning their pasts to stay warm, losing their grip on reality, and finally... vanishing into the white.

*There are no heroes here. No salvation. Just neighbors, acquaintances, and strangers quietly surrendering to a cold that doesn't just freeze flesh-it listens.

This is the story of the end.
Of the last fire.
Of Dark Ridge.