Bitter cold is the only thing that envelopes your body as you venture further into the forest, the sounds of birds and small animals running through the brush providing the woods with both a comforting and eerie feeling — quite like the figure you're slowly making your way toward. Maybe it's a mix of curiosity and intrigue that pulls you toward the boy, or maybe it's sheer stupidity. Harrowing blue eyes meet yours and narrow. "Who are you?" The boy asks coldly. "Did Demigloss send you?"