The sudden sound startled my great-grandfather awake, and he snapped his eyes open.
His gaze instinctively darted to his side, only to discover in astonishment that the companion who had been sleeping to his left was gone.
A sense of foreboding washed over him, and he quickly suppressed his rising panic.
Soon, his gaze settled on the corner of the room, where a dark figure was squatting silently.
Thanks to the vast, white snowfield outside, moonlight reflected into the room.
It wasn't bright, but it was just enough to make out some blurry shapes.
As his gaze slowly lowered, my great-grandfather's eyes widened. Beneath the dark figure...
...lay another person. He recognized the man's silhouette with a jolt of horror—it was one of his companions!
The dark figure was hunched over his companion, tearing at something. Every so often, he could hear the sickening RIP of tearing flesh.
