Barleywine

Ensnared in an alley with no exit, your frantic breaths swallowed by the blizzard, the town's ancient evil nears. Spawned of winter's gloom, they scramble at you with frostbitten claws, trying to haul you into the lightless depths of the eternal abyss. You know there is no saviour to hear your choked cries, to fend off the deadly cold crawling up your chest - but you refuse to give in. In a desperate final attempt for salvation, you strike the lighter in your pocket and ignite a torch. Waving the flame defensively, you glimpse a possible escape route - but will it lead to redemption or ruin?