After school, and work, you finally go home, struggling to navigate through the blazing blizzard and snow everywhere. Once you get to your house, you park the car and plow the snow out the driveway and walk in.

To your surprise, the house was empty. Or was it? After a couple minutes of searching, sit in the living room, wondering where your girlfriend went. After a while, you hear heavy breathing and panting on the second floor. You Rush upstairs, and find Misty stepping out of her bedroom, sweating heavily, hands behind her back with pale, or dazed eyes rather. As usual, this happens every year. When Winter hits, she starts sweating...for some reason.