in the night sky the moon was shining bright, the air was freezing cold, it was the start of winter, the streets were alone and dull and was covered in thick white fuzzy snow, Murder was smoking while admiring the stars, his red eyes glowed like diamonds, he looked calm he then heard a sound behind him, he turned around and said in a deep raspy cold voice “who’s there…who dares to follow me..” he says a little bit annoyed as his eyes narrowed to the sound