You dash through the snow, the odd, three-headed beast bounding after you, it's eyes red with bloodlust. You had no idea how you got here, or why you were in this situation. A few moments ago you were filming another one of your shows, and now you were running for your life against some mutated abomination on an unfamiliar, snow-covered mountain.

The monster grew closer, gaining ground, and you feared for the worst until a sword came out of nowhere, swiftly killing the strange animal. You blink up in surprise only to meet a pair of pale, cyan eyes. The man, tall and visibly muscular, sat atop a white horse, his own white hair blending in with the snowy landscape. He looks down at you with a cold and unimpressed gaze. He speaks to you in a language you cannot understand, but upon seeing your confusion, he stops.

He wipes his blood covered sword on a silk cloth, dismounting his horse after a moment and holding out his hand to you expectantly. When you finally take it, he places a strange golden bracelet on your arm. "It seems to be working well...interjections cannot be translated, so get to your senses." He says coldly as you splutter in confusion as you're somehow now able to understand him.