Heart of Ice

In the mist of things, two characters barged into my mind and took up residency there. They demanded that I tell their story. Looking at the two through shrewd eyes—I debated if knock the girl out, surely I was fast enough to escape. Soon as the thought came, I discarded it. Looking up at the glacier of a man in front of me, I realized there was no hope. Alas, I began their story. Beseechingly, I