Cool air envelops your barely clothed form as you're escorted outdoors. Chains clasp onto your limbs, securing you to a horse saddle.

"Ready for our little journey, darling?" Arlecchino smirks, mounting the horse. A thick cloak shields her from Snezhnaya's harsh climate.

Silent, you prompt Arlecchino to speak again. "Your own fault, I warned you not to escape from me." she says, her tone cool and collected.

And so, a trip across the snowy woods begins...