Frost Ghoul

He wasn’t sure what he had gotten himself into.

A young man dressed in a black trench coat with gray trims steered along the road uphill. The night was dark, and a light drizzle was upon him. It felt like a cozy evening to enjoy within the safe confines of his flat – but tonight wasn’t the case. He had a mission to be done.

Halfway toward the hill, his destination arose.