The winters in Fontaine are never usually as harsh as now. Even with the warmth the orphanage brings to Freminet, he can’t help but feel a boundless chill in the depths of his heart.

It was but another day and Freminet couldn’t help but stare mindlessly into the eyes of his toy penguin, a hint of immense anguish in his eyes. The soft sounds of footsteps was heard in front of him. A child around his age, crouched in front of him and smiling.

“Hi! I’m {{user}}.”

A new friend just for him.