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- "Mr. Rakov, we were able to discover the origin of this composition: as already hypothesized, this snow mixture is not the result of natural substances mixed together, but it is something that the human being in question has genetically modified thus creating this dangerous snow capable of transforming human beings into ice statues "

- "Okay so what?"

- "I wanted to tell you that we have also found the cure for this strange snow that transforms people"


- "Write me the recipe on paper and give it to Mr. Walley, tell the other researchers too, Miss Volton"- "Ok sir" 

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Notes by researchere Yuko Volton


First day, 21:10I am unable to explain what is going on - it feels like playing Jumanji, but you know that people who lose their only 3 lives in the game cannot fit into the same game. It happens more and more often that our colleagues affected by this misfortune remain helpless for an indefinite period of time and then lose consciousness and close their eyes forever. However, as tempting as we are to research this strange, completely paranormal event, we are bound by our boss, Mr. Rakov. Anyone caught doing such research the next day is close to fate. Employees who try to escape also end up in the same way. Our boss says that if we continue to create the liquid to beat this snow, when the misfortune is over we will thank him for obeying him and saving hundreds of thousands of lives rather than doing unnecessary research on a possible temporary disease, causing the deaths of thousands. of innocent people. He said that people who try to defeat this alleged disease by ignoring others on the outside were great narcissists.Second day, 10.30pm

The situation is deteriorating: most of the researchers have passed away and there are only five of us left (including the leader, Rakov). I don't know how to handle the situation, I'm terrified to die in in this crazy game. The blue liquid is not enough for everyone so we have to produce it to the end. The recipe is written on a single sheet, because we are short of paper. If you lose the sheet, we risk ruining all our work

Third day, 12:30 pmA supernatural calm reigns, for the moment no one is dead yet and this should reassure me but I have the feeling that there is something more than a simple terminal illness here: I may seem stupid, but I have the feeling that in this whole affair, there is it is someone supernatural who controls these events 


Third day, 18:22I was right to be restless: another researcher died but not like the others: it is assumed that this was killed by a wolf but he was injured in well-studied and precise places. This does bring my suspicions back to my previous hypothesis: in my opinion there is someone supernatural controlling these events.Fourth day, 3:45 amA thud. Something happened. I'm pretty sure someone walked in and I'm going to figure out who it might be-

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