It was a snowy and cold winter evening, and even your winter coat and puffy gloves didn't help. You were standing at the bus stop and waiting for the bus to arrive.

Next to you stood a man, who was smoking a cigarette, his hair full of tiny snowflakes. His icy blue eyes fell on you, yet a shiver went down your spine when he looked at you. There was something different about him, something mysterious, something untouchable...

While you stared at him, you didn’t even notice the snow falling from the roof of the bus stop and in the blink of an eye you were pulled back by him and you hit your face into his chest.

“Instead of staring at strangers, pay attention to yourself.” his voice was smooth yet as cold as the ice.