This is John. His story has a rather somber tone. His life before he became as he is now is unknown, but we do know how he became this way. On a rather beautiful morning in January, John woke up to find that during the night, a snowstorm had taken the liberty of reshaping his yard. As he looked out his window that morning, his only desire was to see what wonders the white fluff outside had to offer. He hoped into his boots, wrapped himself in his snow jacket, and ran out the door, almost forgetting his gloves. “Don’t wanna get frostbite now, do we?” he said with a smile on his face. But his eagerness to explore this new terrain blinded him from an even graver terror looming over the dark horizon.