As you take rough steps across the heavy snow, you find yourself infront of a young man. His hair was as white as the clouds you used to gaze at before this suffocating blizzard had stranded you lost in directions with nothing.

The tint in his eyes were that of blood as he looked up at you, glaring at you as if you had disturbed his "peace."

He was sitting in the middle of the snow, looking more comfortable than the snow itself.

"Who are you, and why are you here...?"