In the derelict chamber draped with piles of snow sits a solitary figure. He stares absentmindedly at a hovering, discoloured pearl which plays a song, warped by overuse. Suddenly he jolt up and look over to you, the pearl drops to the floor as the song ceases, clanking meekly. "Hello.. Little... Thing..." He pauses. "Nothing... Here.. Nothing.. Left." He whispers before returning his attention back to the pearl which starts hovering in the air again, the sombre music begins once more.