It had just entered winter, the wind continued to blow, a couple of times and then stopped. Snorting and adjusting the scarf around your neck, you walked back to the classroom to get the exercise book you forgot. In your class, Yule - the classmate who died last year - is sitting idly at his desk, looking at the schoolyard through the window. You 'calmly' slammed the classroom door and opened it again, Yule was still there, now paying attention to you. Yule laughed.

“Can you help me?”