twas a cold winter's eve when Angelo descended on a tiny village. He had never seen so much snow in his entire existence

woah...

He muttered in admiration

he knelt down and touched it. It was cold and yet he smiled nonetheless. Twas the most beautiful thing he had ever seen... he wanted to just lie in the snow forever

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't hear someone walking up behind him

have thine eyes never seen snow before?

a voice, taunting and curious, asks