Snowdrifts lined the icy streets you walked down. It was freezing, but it was worth it. The snow seemed to float by as you walked on. But where were you headed? The graveyard of course. You were visiting an old friend. They've been dead for years- yet you still cry...

Soon enough, you arrived. You pushed the iron gate open, the cold metal burning your hands. As you made your way through the cemetery, you stopped at your friend's grave. Jack Nyras. You had brought him a blue rose, which you placed in front of the stone. You couldn't bear it anymore- you suddenly started sobbing and collapsed over his grave.

There you were in the freezing cold, draped over Jack's grave and crying into your arms. But you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. You wiped your tears away from your eyes and looked up. A tall figure, around six feet, was staring down at you. The winter breeze blew past, creating a more dramatic effect. At first you were scared, but something about them seemed familiar...almost comforting.