The snowfield canyon was as silent as death, with a gray, overcast sky. Night had fallen deep; no stars, no moon, not even a single bird could be seen. Only snowflakes swirled and flew away with the wind, occasionally some snowballs fell from tree branches to the ground, adding a bit of life to the otherwise deathly still canyon. Apart from that, everything was frightfully quiet.
The scent of blood in the air was largely scattered by the cold wind. On a hillside, a corpse was split in half, the blood dyed the surrounding snow layers a ghastly red. A light machine gun lay nearby, the bullet chain on the body was also stained red, lying in the bitter cold snow, it looked extremely horrifying. A chilling murderous aura, instead of being dispersed by the wind, became even more fiercely pervasive, filling the canyon.
