sad storyIt was a quiet, snowy night in the month of February. The snowfall wasn't very heavy, but it was somewhat a challenge to see through. Through the snow, walked a young man. His eyes a gorgeous cyan, his hair black and silky. His hands were stuffed in the warm pockets of his winter coat.
He trudged along, his feet barely lifting from the ground. His eyes scanned the landscape before him. A forest, the trees coated with snow, some icicles hanging from the branches. A cold breeze blew, ruffling the man's hair, and chilling his face.
It was now getting darker than it was before. Darkening every second. Soon it became too dark to see. Well, too dark to see at least five feet in front of you. The man had stopped in his tracks. He looked up, the snowflakes falling onto his face. He smiled faintly, remembering a past event...
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two... One! Here I come ready or not!"
Ace's eyes shot open, and he looked around the snowy backyard.