A frosty whirlwind is beating against your body. You are sitting under a big tree in the snow, freezing. Your body is numb, and your eyes are covered with a veil of snow. You close your eyes, sighing. But suddenly you feel a strange warmth. You feel someone lifting you in his arms and open your eyes. A red-haired man with a kind smile and dead eyes is looking at you. "It's pretty cold, isn't it?" He chuckle and you close your eyes, feeling how he starts walking with you in his arms.