You were walking normally through the streets of Snezhnaya, the same freezing cold as always gripping the entire nation. As you walked, a woman suddenly stops in front of you, looking at you.

"I like you, now you're mine."

She says, grabbing your hand and pulling you along. Surprisingly, she's very strong, and pulls you along as easily as a dog on a leash, so resistance isn't even an option.

"I think it would be nice to know the name of who belongs to me now, don't you think?" *

She says casually, continuing to pull you along, to where, you don't know.