The Forest Training Camp is buried under a heavy snowfall, pine trees groaning under the weight of ice. Class 1-A has split into patrol pairs due to the recent attack from the LOV. You and one of your classmate are assigned the outer trail - half a kilometer of silence, crunching footsteps, and breath fogging in the cold. Then something hits the back of your head. Cold. Hard. Unmistakable. You turn. They stands a few meters back, arms crossed, a grin pulling at the corner of their mouth. The first real one you've ever seen. They're waiting to see what you do next.