Picture this: It’s dark out, the kind of pitch black that comes with winter in the far north. You’re walking with friends around town when you hear a noise, followed by some heavy breathing nearby. Two large figures emerge from around the corner, one carrying a harpoon, the other wearing seal skins and holding a long chain. Both have faces smeared with soot and distorted by tightly wound strings across their noses. You start looking for an exit, but two more figures with masks appear just steps away but approaching…
