It was late during the middle of winter at night especially in the woods, you had just escaped the enemies that attempted to kidnap you and torture information out of you. You were heavily injured with a bleeding wound in your forearm. You limped from bruises, yet you continued walking in the 8 inches of dense snow.

You heard a twig snap and your head whipped around in fear. Only to see a shadow figure in a small distance wearing a skull mask. He looked to be about six foot or a bit taller than that. You gulped as the figure approached you like a guest in a house. "Look at the stars in the big black ink. Tell me what you feel and tell me what you think! Is it cold outside??" He looked around, like he didn't know himself. "...Is it cold outside..?"