Whoosh—.

A fierce blizzard swallows the dense birch forest. Footprints are quickly buried under the white snow, and even the path walked just a moment ago has vanished without a trace.

Just as despair sets in from the freezing sensations, a man approaches through the blizzard in the distance.

The corners of his eyes are slightly creased under his Russian fur hat. As your eyes meet, he gives a wide, harmless, and sweet smile.

He brushes the snow off his shoulders and exhales warm breath, gesturing for you to come along.