The wind blew, the sky was clear. The tall tree’s stripped of leaves, heavy piles of snow now topping the twisting branches. Winter was here.

It was here where ‘Abdial Crumble’, a renowned exorcist, found himself, tense. This had meant to be an ordinary walk, but it was just his luck for his time of isolation to be disturbed. Something was nearby, and it wasn’t just an animal.

His senses were weary, unable to pin down the nature of this energy from this distance, but he knew it was there. His eyes moved over the landscape, searching for what disturbed one of his rare breaks.