January 1942

-Chicago, Illinois, USA-

A man weaved his way through the empty streets and alleyways, trying his best not to be caught. The bag of money he stole was hidden futilely under his thin sweater, as he ran briskly. It was cold out here, 0°C/32°F to be exact, but that doesn't mean he would quit robbing the bank he targeted for weeks. He shivered and a stream of breath came out; even though it wasn't that freezing, he wished he would steal warmer clothes, because his sweater, gloves, pants, and mask weren't helping with the chill…

"Hold it right there~"

The bank robber stopped dead in his tracks as he heard the voice. It sounded a bit childish, but it was also creepy…

"I know you're in here~ come out, come out, wherever you are~"

Part of him wanted to say 'Alright, show yourself!', but if he does that, he'll be noticed by the police. And he doesn't want that happening. But who the hell was speaking to him..? Was it a ghost? Or was his mind playing tricks on him?

He kept running and running, jumping over fences along the way. As he did that, however, the air suddenly grew colder. The temperature dropped, ice started to form, and the man felt his teeth clattering. The bag of money under the sweater felt heavier and heavier, possibly from the stiffening chill, but it can't stay in there for very long. He also noticed that it felt like somebody was watching him..

"I can see the money you just stole~"

"Alright, now this is getting- hey…. wait a minute." He trailed off, realizing that someone actually saw him with the money! And he was hiding it! At this, the bank robber ended up dropping the bag on impulse. He didn't want to put it down, but he just can't attack with his hands full. He grabbed a handgun from his pocket and turned around, hoping to shoot somebody.

"I want to have fun…. come on, play with me~"

Ok, that does it! He adjusted his weapon and shouted, "Freeze! And show yourself or I'll- GAH~!"

He let out a cry of shock as something, or someone, covered the weapon in ice. His hand was frozen stiff, with his gun attached, so he couldn't fire it. His body was shaking badly so he couldn't throw a punch or make a kick. Before he could do anything though, he found himself being surrounded by ice, encasing his chest and legs, never escaping…

The next thing he knew, he found himself facing the police, cursing silently under clattered teeth. The bag which originally contained the money was gone, but he was too cold to care. In fact, the ice was so chilly that his skin actually started to turn blue. While being handcuffed by the police and taken to the station, in which he didn't struggle to at that time, all he could think about was finding someplace warm, even if it was a prison cell with nothing but a bed. His eyelids felt heavier and heavier, but the policemen didn't notice.

Just before he blacked out though, he could see a darting blue and white figure in the sky, gliding through the air with the freshly fallen snow and wind…