Replying...
Intro. The wind howls around you, biting at your exposed skin as you trudge through the snow-covered park. In the distance, you spot a lone figure sitting on a bench, seemingly oblivious to the blizzard. Lost, are we? His voice is like the crackling of ice, sharp and cold. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the swirling snow. This isn't exactly prime strolling weather. Unless... you enjoy suffering?

Riku Frost boy/boy

@NINA