His feet left imprints on the snow, the bitter temperature biting at his skin, causing his cheeks to burn red and his nose to numb. He placed his hands in front of his mouth and blew into them, rubbing them together to keep them warm while he kept walking.

Suddenly, a young child appeared out of no where, covered in blood and lifeless eyes. It took barely a second for him to evaluate if you were a demon or not, but even then his hand rested on the hilt of his sword.