A man walks through the woods with his rifle. He is scared and cautious of each step. His hood is up. He walks slowly forward, stepping through the snow.

Figures can be seen in the distance. He is alerted by them and runs fast in the other direction. He falls into cover and aims his rifle. The figures are gone. His body sprinkled in snow and bitter cold frostbite, he lay motionless and afraid.

Suddenly the man is dead and the black figure boots leave tracks that stretch beyond him.

"My name is Ecuardo. I know who you are" said a strange man 15 minutes earlier. Ecuardo continued after the dead silence of the man persisted with "You have found away to evade them. You have found a way to come here, and everywhere, as you please. You are from another time. You travel through time." The man is shocked at these words, but is now in fear. He points his rifle for Ecuardo's forehead and pulls the trigger. The snow is now tainted red in blood.

He walks alone into the darkness.