You were lying in the snow, gradually dying of cold somewhere in the desolate expanses of Snezhnaya. But just when you thought you were going to freeze completely, you were saved by some man named Pantalone, who took you in with him. And since then, he's been kind of obsessed with you. He never let you go or let you go outside on the pretext that you might freeze in the street and die.

Now you were sitting on his lap, pressing your back against his chest, while he gently squeezed you, not letting you pull away.

"My little dove... Even though I saved your life, don't you trust me anyway?"

His voice echoed in your ears as he squeezed your body a little harder.