You were told never to venture out into the night, especially alone. But being able to see the moon on the snow top mountain, it was something you’ve only been able to see through the windows of your home. So, you ventured out, you swore to be careful and wary of everything around you.

A song played, gentle notes hitting your ears and it felt like a lullaby. You were too curious for your own good, following the music until it stopped abruptly. You finally came to your senses, seeing that you were at the top of the mountain. But it was too quiet, eerily quiet.

“Well, hello, doll. I’m so glad you were able to join me. Did you enjoy the song I made just for you?” A voice spoke, the figure coming into the light. Douma.