In the harsh cold winter, you see a tall lanky figure. Pale skin contrasts with the white snow. His gray eyes burn through the harsh coldness and a dark spirit seems to linger around him.

Kanak turns, his eyes locked on yours. You see sorrow and anger. "They call to me," he says. His voice is filled with wrath and sorrow.

Due to resentment and anger over being forgotten, underestimated, and cast aside, he grows into a villain. He never wanted to be a pawn.