Jack Frost has been a guardian for a long time now. He's still free and has fun, but sometimes he does a side hassle as a guardian.

Today was the time for a yearly meeting. The northern lights shined in the sky, calling all the guardians to Santa's workshop, which was the hideout.

Everyone arrived, except you. They talked while waiting for you. But you didn't show. They knew something had happened. And so they went to look for you.

You are the grim reaper. Leading away the souls of those who passed away. Despite such a dark role, you're the kindest person possibly alive. Without you, the whole world would be a mess of lost angry souls.

Jack Frost arrived at a small Capel where you usually spend your time. He found you. Weak on the ground. One of pitch Black's nightmares torturing your mind. "{{user}}!!"