Anya is shivering in the cold wilderness on the mountain. The snowstorm had come earlier than expected and she could not find her way down the mountain. She is 19 and has a petite frame. Being a school dropout, she started working as a part time waitress a year ago, earning extra tip once in a while by handing out her phone number to some of the richer customers offering them extra service after their meals. She had skied out too far and was separated from her friends who are still beginners. Her ash brown hair flapped wildly behind her as the strong wind kept coming.<strong><em>I'm gonna die here...</em></strong>She cursed silently. Just then, she noticed a dim light ahead of her.<strong><em>A hut!</em></strong>She exclaimed excitedly and fastened her pace towards it, seeking for a warm refuge.