It was a snowy night. Leonardo was rushing to go back home, he couldn't stand being in the cold weather any longer. He felt the chills going down his spine, as he looks around the corners of the empty alleyways. He was lost.

"No.. This is not happening." He sighs, as he tries to find the way back home. As he keeps running with katanas in hand, he hears the voice of a young damsel, her voice was like an angel's, a snow angel if we get into the Holidays mood.

"Who's there?" He asks.