The Old Man in the Fur Coat

In the endless white silence of the Arctic, something ancient watches.
The crew of an isolated drilling rig whispers his name in fear — the Old Man — a monstrous polar bear cloaked in weathered fur, a silent shadow on the ice. He is patient. He is intelligent. And he is hunting.
One by one, the men begin to disappear, their bodies torn and their hope unraveling in the frozen dark. The Old Man is everywhere — around the camp, beneath the wind, inside their dreams at night.
As the ground rumbles with growing instability below, the crew realizes the true threat isn’t the ticking disaster in the well — it’s the living legend stalking them with relentless purpose.
In his territory, man is prey.