"Wife, are you cold? If you are, come have a sip of hot wine. I'll catch two more nets and then head home!"
The man shouted towards the cabin of the boat.
"It's fine, not cold. I'll warm up when we get back!"
A fairly pleasant female voice came from inside the cabin. The man smiled, feeling it was his greatest blessing to marry this well-known skilled woman from ten miles around.
"Ah!"
Just as he was concentrating on fishing, a piercing scream tore through the night sky, echoing across the entire ice surface.
The man was immediately shocked; this voice belonged to his wife.
"Wife, what's wrong?"
The man called out, but there was no response from inside the cabin, only a strange sound of something gnawing on food and dragging noises, enough to make one's hair stand on end.
The man swallowed hard and hurriedly rushed in.
He lifted the curtain of the boat, and his gaze froze abruptly, his face climbing into an expression of utter terror.
