Recipe for Disaster

In the past few days, it had grown considerably colder in Shirotsume Town, a small town near Magnolia that was otherwise known for its warm climate. For a town that had never before experienced snow fall, seeing flakes of ice rain down from the heavens was truly a horrific sight, seeing as though the lifestyle they had established had not prepared them enough for it. The citizens broke out in panic, and while some may have considered this a bit of an exaggeration, the fear that their crops would die out was enough for the vast majority to take precautions. In the western part of town, temperatures were so severely corrupt that it forced families away from their homes. In the nighttime, only a single building in the west emanated any form of lighting: the famed tavern of Shirotsume that had been filled with life only a few days back. Now, in dire need of business, the owner provided his services for a single customer. Draped in a dark cloak, it seemed as though the man was the source of the "terrible" weather; it was so unreasonably cold that the owner couldn't manage to stay in the same room with him. He would return occasionally to fill the man's mug and return to his place in the restroom where he covered himself in toilet paper to combat the cold with an additional layer of protection.

With no one else present, it was dangerously quiet within the bar with the only sudden noises coming from the hooded figure as he sipped on his ale and the distinct sound of empty toilet paper rolls falling on the bathroom floor. Though the outside world may have been in shock, oddly enough, the hooded man found comfort in such a time. The silence allowed him time alone --time to think of his past mistakes and figure out ways to go about fixing them; that is, if he was ever fortunate enough to come by such events ever again. He was a wanted man, arguably one of the most threatening entities to exist within the world today. Never before had he stayed in the same location for more than a day, though here he was now, enjoying himself quite a bit in a deserted bar. It wouldn't have surprised him if word had already gotten out in regards to his whereabouts.