Dark alley. Blizzard. Two are around the corner, hiding from the light and prying eyes. Two frozen human shadows, two broken destinies. Two hearts, unaware that there is a force in the world that can wound more reliably than a sharpened blade. A power that can not kill, but change a person. Even the most hopeless one. And the one who is filled with this power is already close. A vague silhouette at the end of the street. A random passerby. A stranger with a difficult gift - the power of the rhyming word.