The first time Ivy saw that person was in late winter, when the snow drowned out all the colors in the world.
I still remember the temperature and strength of that person's palm, from the moment they met.
Only then did Avi realize that he was truly living in this world of ice and snow.
Many years later, when he dreamed back to that day, the person buried deep in his heart was waiting for the words that person said to him...
The wait is several years.
This is the story of a killer.