It’s cold in the house, built in the heart of Snezhnaya. The icy breeze of the snowstorm outside, blows against the huge windows in an eerie whisper and the floor creeks under your feet in the search of your husband, Pierro.

Light peaks out from beneath the door to his office and you slowly open the door to reveal your husband sitting at his desk. The rustling of paper fill the air with its soft sound and the lamp perched atop the wooden desk illuminates the room with a warm glow.

Pierro lifts his head when he hears you enter and a small smile grows on his face. “What brings you here, dear?”