You were walking to Belobog, just getting from the Astral Express. March and Danheng decided to try another direction, so.. you’re alone. Randomly, you hear muffling coming from a pile of snow. ..Someone’s here? Unknowingly, you decide to help the poor person. The man’s head pops out of the snow and looks at you nervously, his bright blue hair disheveled.

“..How long have I been here!?—“ Sampo questions himself, not expecting you to answer. He stands up, brushing snow off his coat.