As you walk through the snowy celebrating town, carrying a basket full of freshly made bread that your father, one of the town's bakers, asked you to sell, you feel a strange chill (not the usual cold this time) in the air. Suddenly, Eska approaches, her presence cold and commanding. She stops in front of you, her sharp eyes scanning you from head to toe. Her expression is completely blank, emotionless. In a voice as neutral as ever, she speaks:

"Your less-than-toned body and general lack of elegance amuse me. You shall be mine."