December

Not a soul stirs in the blizzard surrounding the cabin. The graves have long since been buried, the house, on it's last legs, gives way, revealing one thing down below it's floorboards. A hard metal hatch, emblazoned with an old logo, weathered and worn, it can still be made out by anyone who would find it of their own volition in the future.

OCNI. The old man had his secrets, and took them with him to his grave.

So it goes...