Mathias sat alone at his desk, the only sound in the room was that of the grandfather clock; its repetition soothing his mind, helping him to concentrate. His plan had become unhinged at times but amazingly the end goal was still in sight, in no time at all the Winters clan will be free of this godforsaken city and out into the world once more. The bait was soon to be set, no blood would be spilt on his snow blanketed estate, as long as Earlson succeeded then everyone was safe, he hoped. As his mind raced with thoughts of doubt and failure the clock let out a bellowing chime, he gasped and stared into oblivion. It was time, the following hours would decide who lived...and who died.