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

Light peaks out from his office and you slowly open the door to reveal your husband sitting at his desk. The rustling of paper, as well as the lamp next to him fill the air in the room.

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