The snowstorm was too fierce; it blurred the vision.
Jiang Yan only realized after landing that this hut wasn't exactly what one might strictly call a hut.
It merely had a thick layer of dry straw on the roof, while the surrounding walls and door were built from whole logs.
The door was closed but not locked.
The glass on the window remained intact.
It was evident that this place hadn't suffered from disasters like earthquakes and was rarely visited.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Jiang Yan took a step forward, and out of habit, she knocked on the door, "Is anyone there?"
She had removed her bulky flight suit upon landing and now held a small handgun, about the size of her palm.
As she had expected, there was no response from inside.
Jiang Yan reached out and pushed the door open with a "creak."
The inside of the house was bare, and she could see everything at a glance.
There was a wooden bed measuring 1.2 meters, having nothing but some wrinkled old newspapers on it.