December 3, 1854 • On a bitterly cold winter day,

Deep in the mountains, in a certain house, there lived a man.

One day, tired of the tedious days passing by, he thought of a fun game.

It was called Finding Fate.

And so, the man followed the mountain path down and found a small village. On that day, deep, so very deep within the snow—

This one is too old, sir.

This one is too noisy, sir.

This one is too violent, sir.

Sigh~....

Finding fate is quite hard work, sir. It would be so convenient if someone wonderful just popped out!

In that small village in Hokkaido, a man appeared and turned the place into a sea of blood. Claiming to be looking for his destiny, he killed everyone in the village.

The man's dark green kimono was so stained with blood that its original color was unrecognizable. How empty his eyes were; despite being barefoot on a cold winter day, he didn't seem to feel the cold, and his eyes never seemed to close.

—And finally, those eyes blinked.

Oh,

I've found my fate, sir!!

On that day, the man met the destiny he hadn't been able to find in a lifetime.

What a joyous occasion, what a joyous occasion! !