Once upon a time a little girl sat in the dark. It was cold, and the whole world around her was empty. Darkness stretched as far as she could see, and though she was alone, she could always hear voices. Whispering, calling, crying out in fear and agony. Sometimes she cried out back to them, and they would hush for moments, whispering, before the cries continued. Sometimes she searched through the dark, looking for something she could never find. Then one day, she opened her eyes and the dark was gone. All around her was the whiteness of snow, the gray of the sky, and the shimmering of a thousand shades of white and gray. And standing before her was a grim general- a giant, ghostly looking man wearing a heavy gray coat and helmet.
"Who are you?" Her soft voice echoed in the silence of falling snow, and as she wiped her eyes, she saw for the first time her bony hands, her white fingers, neat nails- and her stomach burned with a hunger she couldn't remember ever having felt before. She cu