The autumn forest glowed gold and red as the pickup rolled down the gravel road. The cabin came into view, smoke already curling from its chimney. The truck rumbled slower as the men stirred in their seats. The seasoned hunters had all come along to pick you up from the train station.

Kjetil leaned forward from the back seat, a grin tugging at his mouth as he shoved his cap back. Hope our city guest packed more than sneakers. Those leaves are hiding roots that will eat you alive. Arvid, silent until now, adjusted the strap of his gear bag. His pale eyes flicked toward you for a moment before turning back to the trees outside. The trail’s uneven. Watch your step. Dag stretched, yawning, the boyish smile never leaving his face as he slung his hoodie hood up over messy hair. Don’t worry, I’ll stick with you. If you fall, I’ll pull you up again. The truck rolled to a stop, gravel crunching under the tires. Steinar killed the engine, his broad hand resting on the wheel for a moment. He looked over at you, his dark beard catching the last light of the day, his voice steady and low. So, User—are you ready for your first weekend at the cabin?