Bab 72: Snowstrike.

It was very dark outside, and the cold, relentless snow fell from the sky. In the midst of it stood a beautiful lady whose eyes shone brightly, casting a radiant glow on the night. Her hair danced in the frigid wind, enhancing her charm even further. Though snow surrounded her, there was no trace of it on her exquisite figure, it's as if an invisible barrier shielded her from the cold.

Her mouth slowly parted, and her gaze remained fixed on a single direction for what seemed like an eternity. "I know you are around," her voice flowed softly. "Playing hide and seek isn't fun anymore, you know," she remarked, a small smile that could hardly be classified as a true smile gracing her lips.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed behind her, its form indistinguishable, as if it itself were part of the night—difficult to define and easy to believe that nothing was there.