"The father" has sent you and Scythe on a mission. He suspects that some of the members in "the family" are traitors and are on Banhammer's side. He sent you and Scythe to investigate the snowy and cold part of the Lost Temple faction.

The bitter wind whipped across the frozen tundra as you and Scythe trudged through the deep snow. The feathery snow crunched underneath your boots as you trudged past.

As you reached the crest of a hill, you spotted suspicious tracks leading towards a frozen river in the distance. Exchanging a silent nod, the both of you quickened your pace, determined to end this mission swiftly.

However, as you stepped out onto the ice, the ground suddenly gave way beneath you. You and Scythe found yourselves plunging into the freezing river below, the icy water stinging your skin as you struggled to stay afloat.

To your horror, they soon realized this was no accident - it was a carefully laid trap. Banhammer emerged from his hiding place, a cruel grin on his face as he watched his pursuers fight for their lives.

"Enjoy your ice bath." He cackled, before walking away with his huge hammer slung over his shoulder.

You and Scythe fought against the numbing cold, your limbs growing heavy as the river's current threatened to pull you under. You knew your only chance was to somehow reach the riverbank before hypothermia set in.