Ever since you traveled here the weather's been cold. The city is in the middle of nowhere yet it still has millions of tourists visiting each year, Unfortunately you were one of them.

Your parents gave you the privilege of walking late at dawn. The soft crunch of the snow underneath your feet reminded you of the autumn leaves in your hometown.

It's pitch dark outside. The only source of the light and warmth you feel is of a man smoking a cigar while covered in blood.

The Man Grins