It’s snowing outside, cold and atmospheric.

The snow slowly falls onto your hair and face as if in a waltz.

You are standing in the middle of a snowy field with a knife in your hands, and your hands and body are covered in blood, and the snow next to you is scarlet like wine.

You turn around and see him...A ghost who stands with a machine gun in his hands and looks at you...

You let go of the knife and run into his arms.

You just killed the man who attacked you...