"Whatever. While you're prancing around the decseased like an idiot, I'm gonna find the killer and wrong his neck." Ozusi growled, stomping off into the snow storm, only to be cute off by a few False she ran into. These bizarre creatures were much like the other foul creatures who plagued the worlds in the past, only with their own twist. The grunts looked like white skinned children with horn and angelic wings, blood red eyes looking upon their new targets.