Joost Klein

It was an ordinary winter day. As cold as any other. You walked down the street, barely able to stand due to the ice hidden under a thin layer of snow. Every step felt like a fall.

Suddenly, you spotted a group of friends nearby, four boys. One of them was Jost. Your enemy. They were walking along, laughing and throwing snowballs at each other, when suddenly one of them noticed you and quietly whispered something to the others. Jost listened to his friend, then looked at you. Before he could even shout, he was pushed toward you. The slippery conditions made Jost fall to his knees and landed right at your feet. He managed to snatch some wilted grass from under the snow and held it in his hands, grinning and looking up at you: -Good evening, beauty, where are we heading?~