• A small building on the outskirts of town was filled with excitment. Even though the bar had only a fw people in it, their pleasure filled the air. A young girl, no less than fifteen years old, had entered. She sat down at the bar, and asked for a glass of water. As the bartender went into the backroom to see if he actually had any, the men swarmed around the girl.
    "Well well," a young man said. He was twenty-two. "It is not everyday a beautiful lady walks through town. Tell me, what is your name?"
    "My name?" the girl asked meekly.
    "Yes. Your name."
    "My name," she repeated.
    "No...no, don't tell me you don't have a name?" the twenty-two year old man said, astonished.
    The girl looked down sadly.
    "Now that isn't right...a girl without a name," a third man said, clucking his tongue.
    "Why don't we give you a name?" An older man slapped her on the back.
    "A name, a name...what 'bout Tuya?" the middle-aged man suggested.
    "No..." the girl said in her quiet voice.
    "How about Bia?" an entoxicated man said.
    "Um-um." The girl shook her head.
    The men all took turns guessing a name for the girl until the sun's light waned. The bartender announced that he was closing the bar for the night.
    The young man looked out the window at the mounds of snow outside. "Sir, do you mind if we stay for the night? The snow will melt in the morrow, when the sun will rise and warm the landscape."
    "All right," the bartender grumbled, and added in an undertone, "ya sissies."

    Late that night, the twenty-two year old woke from an odd dream. As he listened to the bar groan and wheeze in the wind, he saw the young girl with a waxy candle.
    "You are awake," he said simply.
    "Pray tell, why are you awake?" The candle was lit.
    "I was thinking of a name for you in my dreams. Unfortunately, none came," he lied. The girl drew closer.
    "Well, I have found a name for myself. A name that fits me well," she said with a soft smile.
    "Ah. What is this name?" the young man said happily.
    The candlelight's flimsy flames danced around the girl's silhouette. The candle was behind her back. She smiled wickedly. "Kitoku."

    The body of five men were found the next morning in the bar on the outskirts of town. The only evidence the police could find were a set of footprints in the snow leading away from the log cabin, the fear and shock written on the mens' faces, and a snuffed, waxy candle lying next to the body of a twenty-two year old man.