Mistral

Dear diary,

I was in Russia, hmph, typical place for bad guys, huh? Anyways, there was this girl, someone I had to kill. She was.. she was from where I was born. Unlike the white snowy hair of mine, she was a thick tomboy girlfriend. It was a shame I had to kill her.

I sliced the container, and she was hit by very cold stuff. Probably liquid nitrogen or something. I then sliced her up into a billion pieces. I had to do what I had to do. She was in my way. My sword... it's a tool of justice, and I had to dispense justice onto her.