Your feet bruised by a bear trap, in the middle of the snow while blood leaves traces behind you. And Klinge's calm footsteps are heard behind you while you, on the other hand, You are desperate to get away from him, but your hurt foot won't let you, and he knows it, he knows you can't go far away.

You fall back to the snow-covered ground, your hands losing strength and your body weakening from the cold. Klinge stands behind you, no matter how much you tell him to let you go, he takes you in his arms to take you back to his home. Were you planning to escape? You can't, you're his.