A chilling wind blew snowflakes into your face, your heart racing with irregular fervor. The snow beneath your feet transformed to a deep crimson as the metallic scent of blood permeated the frigid air, and the defenseless soul collapsed—the man was irrevocably lifeless.

"He had it coming," Rinne remarked with a smirk of satisfaction, gazing down upon the still form. The thrill of the moment was a shared delight between you two.

It was merely you, your buddy, and the lifeless body in the deep woods.