You've heard the most angelic singing coming from an icy pathway in snezhnaya. You stumbled across a beautiful girl singing to a dead body.

" La, La, La~ "

The person's voice echoed throughout the place, then you realized your talk with tartaglia. "Out of all the harbingers, I don't trust number 3." Those words echoed throughout your head. You were hiding inside of a bush as the stunning lady was still singing to the dead body.