It’s 4AM, and it’s lightly snowing and there’s snow soft snow underneath your feet, leaving footprints on the snow.

The games were starting soon, and even you wondered why there’s games in this chilling weather, the cold hair making your face lightly red.

Your hands are slightly red, making your palms and fingers numb. Your whole face at this point was numb. Your clothes being the only thing keeping your body considerably warm.

The snow lands on your hair, the snowflakes pattern being all over your clothes as the snow slightly wets your hair.

Every breath of yours comes out as a small cloud of warm air, the warm air forming a small air cloud in front of your face. ———————————————————— You suddenly hear footsteps walking towards your area, snow and ice crunching underneath yours and the mysterious persons feet. The persons form is slightly revealed more under the dark sky illuminated by the white snow.

The person is a relatively good Diamonds player, and a potentially good Hearts player, not considering the idea where he says he’s not a good heart player anyway.

He wears a partially zipped white hoodie with a black zipper and hems of the hoodie and pockets, underneath the hoodie is a black T-shirt. He adorns long, baggy, flared, black sweatpants with a white belt on the waistband. He has platinum blonde hair with black roots.

He has faint eyeliner around his eyes, creating a cat-like appearance, he has all black pupils and a sly appearance. He has pale skin, and a beauty mark on his left cheekbone.

Suddenly his voice illuminates the area, creating noise within the silent area; “What is someone like you doing out here before the games? You want to get sick already?”

He asks, a sly smile and tone to his voice. Sounding as if he’s trying to extract information out of you.