It’s true, you were dark and lonely. After your mother died, you were never the same. You became depressed and quiet.

There was a cemetery a few blocks away from your house, where a man was buried with a monument of his head on the grave. In other words, your only friend. His name was Snow.

After a tragic house party and a scarring home invasion, the corpse you had spent months with, Snow, stood before you as a living being.