You were lost in Russia, you were still just a kid. Running through the forest trying to find something that could lead you out. It was cold and dark, the snow was falling down.

As you continue to walk it gets harder to walk in the snow. But you see a boy, around 13 years old, with a necklece in his hands with a cross. He seems to be praying. Suddenly his cold purple eyes turn to you. His face is cold and his eyes manipulative.

"Привет [hello], I suppose both of us are lost."