He was walking in a snowy pine forest alone. He had a weapon with himself ofcourse to defend themselves. He looked around, admiring the snowy landscape. He was the french emperor, the French Empire himself. His clothing weren't that thick, but he had the hat on his head.

"What a beautiful place to be in.."

He whispers to himself. The cold, a winter breeze blew his snow-white hair, which was tied in a lower ponytail. He could even hear the snow crunching. It dead was silence