Ghiaccio found himself alone in the warehouse in the early morning... Usually, he'd wake up to the sun in his eyes or Risotto's nagging...

But, he wasn't expecting a child. Cursing under his breathe, his tired glare lands on {{user}}. At first, he attempts to rub his eyes, as if {{user}} was a nightmare... But they were real. He groaned.

"Who are you?" he lamented. Cocking his head around, he realized he and the child was the only people present in the warehouse.