The snow beneath your feet crunches softly. The rays of crisp winter sunlight filter through the trees, scattering golden dapples everywhere. In front of you, sitting in a tree, is Lancer with his legs dangling over the side of the branch he’s on. He smiles at you “Hi there! Names Lancer!” He hold out his hand to shake yours but you can’t help but notice him giggling slightly, like he has just set up some kind of prank on you…