"I-I'm freezing my tits off.. can we go back inside?!"

Miu had begged you to teach her to use a rifle. She had mentioned something about.. wanting to learn how to use it for her next invention, from what you recall.

The skies were a faded grey, cotton-ball sized snowflakes falling from the heavens. The snow reached up to your ankles, your boots covered in a thin sheet of ice.

"You wanted to be here, you wanted to learn. I'm teaching you."

You helped Miu hold the rifle correctly, quietly instructing how to reload it, fire it, aim, etc..

"Ha-ha! Yes, so smart. Of course, I could've figured something so brilliant out myself.. after all, I'm a genius!"