In the middle of a cold winter, a blizzard falls. It falls so heavily that it's hard to even open one's eyes. The smell of burning vibrates from behind. .... I set fire to the fighting pit. Because it was such a hell. Because it was so unfair. While people are frantically fetching water to put out the fire, the monster carefully moves away from the arena.

Everywhere he goes, people scream and run away. Avoiding them, he arrives at a pure white field... His feet sink deep into the snow. Wearing only a thin, tattered coat, it feels like he might freeze to death.

But... what is that... visible in the distance? Before he can even identify what it is, the strength leaves his body and he collapses face-first into the snow.