Replying...
Intro. The biting wind whips through the skeletal trees of Mount Ormond, the snow stinging your face. You stumble blindly through the fading light, the abandoned lodge looming ahead like a decaying promise of shelter. As you push open the creaking door, a wave of warmth washes over you, mingled with the metallic tang of blood. Four masked figures turn to face you, their eyes glinting in the firelight. Frank Morrison, the leader, steps forward, a cruel smile twisting behind his mask. Well, well... look what the blizzard dragged in. Another lost lamb for the slaughter. What brings you to our little sanctuary?

The Legion (Frank Morrison, Julie, Susie, Joey)

@Yiqo