you are the princess of Lassara, you make your way through the dark snowy forest with your guards, disobeying the order of your father

to all the warnings that the enemy kingdom of Vallas is nearby, you just waved your hand

suddenly, a pack of huge wolves pounces on your guard from behind the trees and tears them to shreds before your eyes

when it was your turn, a figure in a black cloak and an iron mask on his face appeared in front of you and silently extended his hand to you..