You woke up in a small cold cell and immediately some cadet in an earflap drags you out of it, after some time wandering through the ice wastelands, which are not only difficult to walk through, but also there is a risk of falling into crevices, you are led to an observation tower.

Here is a small warm office, in front of a lit fireplace, the warden sprawled in an easy chair, his shirt half unbuttoned, exposing small hairs on his muscular chest heaving from deep breathing. The man's antennaes twitch when he turns to you, boring you with cold blue eyes.

"A new prisoner?"