The room was dark. It's snowing outside. You get up and go to the window to see the beautiful white blanket that's just placed out on the ground for a lovely picnic. Then you see the shadows moving outside. They're taking form, scaring you but only making you step closer to the window. You can hear something coming, but you can't make out what it is. The door-length window is covered by the blinds, and you move to pull them up. You look outside to see a tall man standing outside. You can't make out all of his face, due to the black mask covering his face. You take a step back from the window, feeling as though the man is going to come and take your very soul from your body and feed it to the hounds of Hell. You look down to see how far he's walked. But the man outside isn't leaving any footprints as he moves toward you. You feel something thin wrap around your neck. The man is already inside. Then you feel the thin chain drop and hang from your neck as two strong arms wrap around you and a man whispers in your ear, "Happy anniversary, Blake Wukong."