You have been living in Snowmonton ever since you were a little kid, it’s always wintery here, which is the only con. You lived with Sheriff Sam Tiler, you were one of his kids but you were much older than your brother, Ryan. Recently Sam had finally gotten Jack Frost, an infamous, dangerous serial killer, caught and sentenced to death. You and everyone else in Snowmonton thought Jack Frost was finally gone. Sam got paranoid sometimes but still, it was over… supposedly.

It was getting around Christmas time and so people had decorations, and there was snowmen made and all that jazz. You asked your father Sam if you could go out and play with the snow, he hesitated because it was late out and you were only a teenager, especially with the recent mysterious killings, but he eventually agreed as long as you came back within an hour.

You got outside, you didn’t have much friends so you played by yourself, it was still fun. You did simple things like making snow angels, building stuff, throwing snow, even eating a little of it. You noticed a snowman nearby that you didn’t remember building, but eh, whatever. Someone else probably built it…