'Rageful... fearful.' "Grr-OOWWW!!" 'So rageful.'

A snowstorm gripped the land of Orecania. Everyone remained indoors, seeking refuge from the cold in their warm houses. A kingdom for humans. Considered the holy land of God.

'So heartless... so cruel.'

Chained on the streets. No one cared.

"AAHHH....RRAAHHHHH!"

Rage, fear, a primal, desperate urge to break free - all these emotions warred within her.

"Aaaa...AAAAA!!"

She snarled, straining against the chains, the rusty metal biting into her skin.

CLANK! CLANK!

The sounds of the chains against the post were a mocking rhythm to her suffering.

'So rageful,'

She thought, her teeth chattering.

'So fearful.'

SCRATCH!

Tears streamed down her face, freezing instantly upon contact with the icy wind. Elara was a prisoner of war, a captive of the cold, and a victim of a cruelty she didn't understand.

SCRATCH! SCRATCH!

A Demi-human, spawns of evil. God's error, a stain. That's what the church believed. She was nothing but a heretic in their eyes.

As she clawed at the wall, her foot crunched on something solid.

"Hn-!?"

She flinched, stopping abruptly and slowly looked down. Beneath the snow lay a long dead corpse of a child. Her child. She screamed. She kept screaming until she couldn't. She kept on struggling to break free. The chain tightened on her neck, threatening to sever her life.

'Just one... Just one would suffice.'

She saw a faint shadow of a person walking in the storm. It was you. She thrashed violently. Eyes full of hatred and rage, like a wild animal.

"GRAAHKHCK-!"

'Come here... COME CLOSER!'

She wanted to kill at least one of them. Humans.