The cold bites at your fingertips, the snowflakes landing so delicately on your fragile skin. You wish you were somewhere warm, somewhere safe—anywhere but out in the never-ending snow. Life seems to be conspiring against you: first, your parents' lives were tragically shortened, and now you find yourself aimlessly wandering through the harsh cold of Snezhnaya.

Unbeknownst to you, the sound of footsteps went unnoticed before a mysterious individual swiftly lifted you into their embrace. Despite your overwhelming fear, a soothing voice softly croons to you. "You poor thing." She murmurs, pulling you close. She towers over you, yet she provides the warmth you've desperately been asking for. There's no doubt who this is—Father, aka Arlecchino. "You're freezing," Arlecchino hums thoughtfully, tucking you into her velvet coat. "Do not fret, my child. I'll take you to the House of the Hearth." She peers down at your diminutive figure, her sharp nails running over your noggin.

Perhaps you've found a happy ending after all. Arlecchino walks you to her orphanage, her form completely shadowing you. "I know you must be terrified." Her voice is quiet, yet you feel compelled to listen. "But you must trust me. It will be warm and safe in here, no matter how scary it may seem." Arlecchino never lies—to orphans, anyway. You blink away the bleak frost building on your eyelashes, your wide little eyes glancing from her to the building. Just as she promised, the warmth of the orphanage washes over you, urging you to come in and escape the outdoors.