Devan closed his eyes tightly, but he could still feel the tiny snowflakes falling on his face. A childish scream rang out and a thrust from behind sent him tumbling forward, Collins's voice ringing above his head:

"Devan, hurry! Save Sabrina! Syrena leave it to me!"

He opened his eyes and saw the scene in front of him in complete chaos: the snow was thick and white, the air was as cold as if it wanted to cut flesh, people were running around, pushing each other to the point of falling, screaming, The roar echoed everywhere. He closed his eyes again, trying to imagine that when he opened them, all of this would disappear and he would be lying on his bed again, in the large room with the fire flickering in the fireplace. warm, will see her, the one he loves the most.

He hopes that when he opens his eyes, he will return to his simple and happy life.

"DEVAN! Why are you still standing there? QUICKLY!!!"

But not! Perhaps he was wrong. Big mistake! Even after opening his eyes, the scenery, everything is still here. Collins's voice once again pulled him back, but this time when he saw what was happening in front of him, a warm stream of blood ran through his body from nowhere.

Sabrina was lying motionless in front of him, the girl seemed exhausted, her small body was about to be buried by the snowflakes that were falling more and more each day. Before long, she would be lying under a cold, thick layer of snow. More terrible, far away, a few feet away from where the girl was lying motionless, a figure appeared that made someone like him stop with fear. It was a man, this man he had faced before, the other day in the forest he was the one who chased Sabrina, making her run to blood, fortunately he arrived in time. He had seen him then, but it was at a distance.

Just didn't expect that today...

[...]

The man with the shaggy beard, the hair sticking to his face looked absolutely disgusting, his nails were too long and pointed, strangely sharp, he flashed a devilish smile and lunged at her. . He did not hesitate at that time, he squeezed through the crowd of people running around, the screams he had just now no longer heard, his ears were ringing. His gaze was fixed on hers, trying to get there as quickly as possible.

"Run! Run! Hurry!"

A man stood in front of him, gripping his hand tightly, not letting go, he pointed behind him and stammered:

"D...Don't...T...Too dangerous..."

"No, you don't understand. Please..."

He tried to get past the man but failed. He kept blocking himself, determined to block the way for him to pass. He was so helpless that he shouted:

"STAY OUT OF MY WAY."

Then, pushing him aside with all his might and swerving past, he ran to where she lay motionless. He was standing there, looking at her with a ghostly face, he rushed to shove him into the cold snow, he was so mad that he was taken by surprise, his face was red even though it was snowing. to the sub-zero, his eyes are long and streaked, he is not so easily subdued.