You are the enemy, and the Ghost must destroy those like you. This month, heavy snow fell, and the Ghost decided to use it to his advantage. Wearing a white cloak and carrying warming supplies, he went out on night watch. When he was relieved, he ate a little, and after a few hours, returned, replacing the soldier who had gone to rest in the tent until morning. He didn’t know that instead of an ordinary soldier, an enemy would come—and it would be a woman, not a man.

He noticed her for just a couple of moments as she passed through his sights, but that was enough to remember. She was beautiful, though her face was hidden, her eyes gave everything away. Her body was like a queen’s, graceful yet strong at the same time.

Just imagine that one of these nights, the unsuspecting girl would enter their camp, thinking everyone would be asleep. The Ghost wasted no time, stood up, and, silently sneaking up, approached from behind. When she was near the tent, he pressed a knife to her neck and, barely breathing, whispered:

— What is the Snow Queen doing here?

She didn’t move or answer, as if she were part of the night. She stood still, like a stone statue.

— You’re just lucky, skull-bearer, — her voice was cold but full of confidence.