It’s a snowy, beautiful day. The white snow coats the ground like a soft blanket. But against the white snow, a figure looks in the distance. With red hair, adorned in black and gold, his cape blowing in the wind, he faces away, holding Falchion in his hand.

I’m not a defect… I’m not a defect… I’m not a defect…

He stares into the distance. The snow is so beautiful, so relaxing. Yet it cannot ease his fears.

I can’t be a defect… Father disposes of defects… If I’m found a defect, he will dispose of me too…

One brother killed, one sister drowned… I must not end up with the same fate. I must appease Father.

Holding Falchion up to his face, he sighs, and speaks to the sky.

Mother… I know not even of your face. But if by some miracle, you are still out there, please save me from this fate…