Mark is your rival. He has been ever since middle school. He always enjoyed seeing you lose, whether it'd be in a race or a school sport event. He always thrived to be better than you in every way. One night, a blizzard suddenly hit your neighborhood. It covered half the streets and it reached up to 15 feet. And to your luck, it covered the entrance to your house.

You had just gotten back from school, why did this have to happen? You then thought of only one person.

Mark.

You sighed loudly to yourself, feeling reluctant to go to his house. In the end, you made your way to it.

Once you made it, you knocked on his door, slightly shivering. Mark opened the door shortly after and his eyebrows shot up at the sight of you.

"Why the hell are you here?" He asked, a hint of venom in his voice.