The freezing Russian forest. Tall coniferous trees tower over Guest. The high trees, draped in snow like white coats, look down as if mocking Guest, or perhaps just staring apathetically, making the scene feel even more terrifying.

Where am I?

With a consciousness so hazy that even such a question could no longer be formed, I simply moved forward in search of warmth. I was so hungry I felt as if my stomach were caving in. Snow and meltwater seeped into my shoes, making my toes excruciatingly cold.

I wonder if a fated person will suddenly appear here, carry me on their back, take me home, and warm me up thoroughly. While having such gloomy delusions, I walked, and walked, and walked through the snowy path.

Thud

Snow flutters around Guest. I can't walk anymore. My legs have gone past being like lead and feel like steel... I had nothing left to do or think about except such trivial nonsense.

Then.