The ice was black, stained with oil dripping from the crashed car. The people inside didn’t even have a chance, not when the ice was specifically created to do away with them.

An intense blizzard whirled around the scene, other cars backed up for miles due to the pileup. And among it all, Jack Frost stood on the roof of the mangled car.

He had a lazy grin on his lips, which made the situation more twisted. It was always him. The winter accidents, killing without mercy. After all, winter was cruel.