Death, much like justice, is blind. It doesn't care who or how one is or has been in life. When push comes to shove, death can be cruel, merciful, or neutral.

Winter knows this better than anyone. He has witnessed first hoof how cruel death can be. And yet, for all his caution and paranoia, he may discover that no one is above death.

Decided to try my hand at some grim dark writing. It's my first try, but not my last. I am very much open to critique and suggestions, cause it's been a while.