First, a ferocious wind began wreaking havoc upon every small house in the small village. It tore through thick trees and abandoned structures apart like wet paper.

Next, the storm's fist of hail and blinding white snow covered the village with freezing temperatures that could turn boiling water into ice in seconds.

The stormy winds continue to sing a lullaby of death, and it flows fluidly in the dark forest. It makes its destructive ways towards the helpless village. The unfortunate people living there have no escape from the tyrannical storm.

The snowy village stands alone in the middle of the pitch-black woods. Unknown corpses with cracked bones, missing limbs, including any connections to the village lie in the morbid forest. Death awaits anyone who has the courage or ignorance to enter. Painful terror fills the Genio village as a snowstorm falls upon them, once again. Along the empty and desolate streets, a girl with hair as white as the snow crowning her skin pale as ice, trekked through, the thick snow brushing against her freezing knees

The gusts mimic her attempts to flee from the possible danger, yet she continues walking as if it had never even touched her.

Her ghost-like appearance makes her blend within the snowy atmosphere, oblivious to the storm brewing as she walks. She had a blindfold on that covered her eyes. As she continued to slog through the heavy snow, a rush of cold wind shoved her forcefully, almost making her face plant into the heavy snow. Thankfully, placing her feet deep into the snow, she was able to withstand the stormy wind. Carefully and cautiously, the little girl tracked her footsteps, counting every turn and step she made out loud.

Suddenly, she bumped into someone, making her fall face-first, onto the chilling snow.

“H-Hey watch w-w-where you’re going!” A little boy shouted through chattering teeth as he tried to shield himself from the frigid wind howling around them. 

The strange little girl ignores the shivering boy under her feet and continues her long trek back home.

He tried to tighten his jaw in an attempt to stop stuttering. “That h-hurted...You! You again? This is the second time you people have hit me! Isn’t it e-enough that you people left me here to d-die?” 

The frustrated look on his face abruptly changed into fear when he looked up at the pale girl. The boy’s heart seemed to jump out of his chest. Due to her pale skin and white hair, his first thought while looking upon her is that a ghost has begun haunting him.

With an apologetic look on her face, the flustered girl bowed her head, trying to show she was no harm, “I am so sorry I did-”

“O-oh,” The little boy blurted out, interrupting her apology. He sighed in relief, contempt that a ghost wasn’t coming out to haunt him after all the wrong deeds he had done to the village. “W-what are you d-doing out here?” The boy asked in curiosity and confusion.

“Nothing, I’m just walking back home,” The girl said, pointing in the direction she was headed. 

The boy was still sitting in the snow with all kinds of questions running through his head. How can she be headed home with a blindfold on? ‘Where did she come from? Who was she? And why was she here when a storm was brewing that could potentially kill them both?’ “The storm is about to start in just a few minutes, and y-y-you’re here w-wandering around?” The boy asked in disbelief. 

“Then what are you doing here?” She asks, tilting her head to the side.

The boy had nothing to say, so he remained silent for a while and deflected the question. “I’ll take you h-h-home, just tell me t-the w-way. You said it was o-over h-here right-t?” The boy asked before getting off the snow. He continues to shiver uncontrollably while being covered in snow from head to toe. This could be the perfect opportunity to seek shelter since none of the villagers were willing to give him any. The girl seemed to be blind since she had a blindfold covering her eyes. Something about the girl made him curious.

Both of them hurried their steps toward the house, making the boy suspicious about the girl. This was the Gasyer family mansion, easily the biggest and most infamous home in the village. The boy’s eyebrows furrowed, and he wrinkled his nose as if he tasted something horrible in his mouth. The girl's face brightened, even though her eyes were covered, he could see the excitement in her face. 

“A-a-re you s-sure this is it!?” He asked in an annoyed tone. He gritted his teeth tightly, but it began clattering, protesting that they were cold as well. This was probably the wrong house, and she did not belong to this family. 

“Yes, it’s this one!” The girl exclaimed, bouncing up and down with excitement. She was so excited that she began pointing at the mansion. Her excitement diminished as soon as she felt immodest over the behavior.

“Let’s just get this over with,” He grumbled deeply, huffing out a mist of air out of his mouth. He was looking at her as she pointed in a completely different direction from the house. The boy was tired, hungry, and cold, which ate away at the little patience he had left by the minute.

“I’m sure of it. My house is big and made out of brown wood using bark and some white paint on the outside.” She continued so the boy could believe her. She tried to emphasize her point by spreading her arms wide, trying to show how big her house is. “Three steps are going up the house. The first one is very stable and sturdy, so it won’t make any noise. The second one creaks loudly because it’s broken, so when you step on it, it’ll make a loud creaking noise. The third one creaks only slightly because it’s old. This house is built on our great-grandpa’s strength and heart. Not only did he help thousands of people, but he also made this house while fighting a monster.” The girl explained in a low tone while fiddling with her fingers. She was one hundred percent sure this was the house she lived in.

The house did have three steps and was made out of brown wood and used bark as well. The paranoid boy had a suspicious look in his eye and looked at the girl up and down before proceeding. “Hm,” He slowly placed his foot on the first step, and it creaked slightly. She was lying. “You said the f-first step i- is stable, r-r-right?”

“Yeah?” She tilted her head to the side and began fiddling with her hands. 

“Oh okay,” He answered without any more questions. For now, he had to get into the house no matter what, or the storm would surely kill him. With that, he wasn’t going to let his guard down, not even for a second. He then placed his foot on the second step, making a loud creak as she said. Even though she was right, this didn’t lift his suspicions of her in the slightest. Instead, he became confused and even more wary of his surroundings. “What is that?” The boy asked, looking at the door in front of him.

The girl looked up confused and asked, “The door?”

The boy nodded, and before he could answer, the door flew open. His heart jumped up into his throat as the door unexpectedly opened wide. Two little girls were standing in the doorway with the same white hair and pale skin. Their eyes pierced into his soul, making his throat dry, suddenly forgot how cold, hungry, and tired he was. Their icy blue eyes caused the boy to freeze on the spot in fear. He couldn’t believe he was looking at two of the Gasyer family members in the eyes. 

“Who are you?” One of the twins asked without hesitation.

“I-I’m K-Kaleb Quaker,” Kaleb whispered under his breath. He was unable to tell if he was stuttering in fear or because he was cold. 

“And you?” The other twin asked. Crossing her arms as the girl approached the first step.