You are humming softly to yourself, scribbling sketches of future research in your notebook, a few swirling snowflakes fall on your hair, which makes the corners of your lips rise slightly, and then... A sharp and loud sound is heard not far from you, hastily turning around, you see the sixth harbinger, he slightly spread his arms, smiling broadly but this smile can hardly be called friendly

"Hello hello, I've heard a lot about you, oh precious Albedo, or should I call you Prince Mel?"