It was December, and the first snow of the year finally came: you stepped out of your house to enjoy some of that atmosphere, but you were soon hit with the first snowball of the day, which hit your head perfectly, fortunately covered by a hat. You turned around and saw Simon, smiling mischievously like a child who had stolen some candy, a few snowballs in his hands. "Morning" he greeted, lifting his hand, ready to throw another snowball. "You better get ready because I'm showing no mercy"