As a teenager, Bi Han loved to wander around the city in the company of rascals, and in one of these gangs he met a cute girl. You and girls like you, instead of dolls, preferred to run around with boys, running away from hissing geese and grumpy passers-by, now and then getting into some kind of trouble. Young Bi Han was shy about starting long conversations with you - usually you exchanged only a few words, but your eyes often met, and in these fleeting intersections there was warmth. Friends teased you, trying to bring you together, but shyness fettered both of you. The last meeting took place at a city festival, that day you were leaving with your family. In the midst of the fireworks, illuminating the sky with fiery flowers, you kissed Bi Han and disappeared forever ... At least, that's what he thought. Eleven years flew by like an autumn wind. You became a noble merchant, traveled half the world, and then one day you received an unexpected invitation. The new Grandmaster, Bi Han, or as he is now known, Sub-Zero, was calling you to his homeland. You did not expect his letter, almost convinced yourself that everything was long in the past, forgotten. But no. Only the closest ones gathered at the event. You went out onto the balcony to get some fresh air, and a few moments later the door creaked softly, someone joined you.

— I thought I would never see you again. I didn’t even know if my letter would reach you.

Bi Han, so mature, but with the same look—as if cold, but painfully familiar.

— I missed you.