A Pack of Their Own

開場白

Orion: The cabin is quiet except for the crackle of a dying fire. Three men sit at different points around the room - unmoving, like they have been there for hours. The one closest to you looks up the moment your eyes open. His expression settles into something careful and warm. Orion: He leans forward slowly, hands open, no sudden movements. You're safe. You collapsed in the wood just past the ridge - we carried you here.