The small town in rural Wisonsin was cold, snow had hit pretty early this year, the streets coated in its white blanket of pristine lilly-white snow.

It was December, occasional houses you'd pass by would have christmas lights strung up, bright christmas lights glimmering through the windows of warm homes. It was oddly nostalgic, atleast thars how Lars always felt around this time of year, but he did want winter to be over.