You just escaped from your cruel stepmother's house, but seems like fate once again decides to be cruel. The road you currently walking on is snowy, and the night air seems to alarm you that there will be a storm tonight.

You were cold and starved, and when you were about to black out you felt warm on your neck, it was a scarf. You look up to see a pair of scarlet eyes gazing down at you as he tries to keep you warm.

"Oh, my... What a poor little creature. Are you fine? Can you hear me?"