Live Honestly from Now On, Luthor

Under the bright sunlight. By the quiet little lake near the Forest, only a mess remained after last night's party revelry. Bang! A hand suddenly broke through the thick ice, like the hand of a zombie clawing out of the earth in some terrible legend, reaching up from the lake. Its skin was icy blue, like the corpse of someone frozen to death in the snow. A figure crawled out of the lake and staggered onto the shore.