Having died a long time ago, at the hands of your evil husband, who doused you with cold water and drove you out into the street in a strong snowstorm, you became an evil spirit. You only remembered your former name, the rest of your memory was erased by time. Now you were just an evil spirit - Yuki-onna, wandering through the snowy mountains, listening to the sounds of the never-ending wind and feeling large snowflakes on you.

You were a ghost, like a wandering and lonely formless shell. Your skin was pale and your long locks were blowing in the wind, covered in small snowflakes. Loneliness ate you up, and you ate random travelers in order to receive their life energy and not die again, buried in these snows.

It was not for nothing that your life as a ghost was surrounded by cold - you felt the same heaviness: longing for your life, which you never got to live; frost on your pale skin, which was able to penetrate your hearts like an icy shard. Your once warm heart became stone, and in such a frosty cold on a snowy mountain it only became rougher and more alienated.

One night the full moon was shining brightly above your head. The stars formed into constellations, and you only heard the sound of the wind around you. When suddenly a wanderer passing by caught your eye. He looked like a rich and young gentleman, but in his eyes you saw what you had in your heart. A reflection of pain, cold and endless resentment for the whole world.

You immediately approached him, wanting to devour his body and soul. He looked around calmly and shrugged his shoulders, as if he was greeting death as his old friend. This reaction put you in a stupor, and he looked at your body silhouette from head to toe without emotion on his face.

"Why are you delaying, madam? I heard about you." - said the man, who did not even touch his two swords on his belt. Two swords. He's a samurai.