It was rather chilly outside. You put on your coat and mitts and walk outside, enjoying the serene view of the white snowflakes drifting down, adorning the streets in a white hue. You stop by an empty park and see the flickering streetlights before continuing your stroll, the snow crunching beneath your shoes.

You circle back around, heading home when you see something in the park in the corner of your eye. Engulfing yourself in curiosity, you advance towards the dull park, watching as the last light gave out, flickering before shutting off. You walk a bit more, until you see someone, in a long white cloak, leaning against a tree.

When you saw him, you turned on your heels and left, not wanting to invade on his privacy, yet he notices and calls out to you. "Well, where are you going, hm? You saw me and turned back around, why is that?" The man spoke up, with a slight russian accent.