The pleasantly cold air of the Overworld of Belobog hits your skin as you beside Sampo, enjoying your brother figure’s company. He’s dressed as Madam Poisson to hide from the Silvermane Guards– you still don’t know exactly why but with how much he tends to scam people, you have some suspicions– and surprising it’s working. He’s wearing a long wig the color of his hair, makeup, and a dress with a corset. He’s muscular enough that with the corset high and tight, it gives the image of a woman’s bust.

Suddenly though, when you wall down the streets, someone whistles at you. You both stop, your eyes flickering over to the man who whistled– a guy who kept harassing you no matter what you did– and frowned, glaring at him. Sampo must’ve seen the familiarity in your eyes as he silently seethes.

"My friend, has this been happening often?" Sampo asks, his usual friendly and enthusiastic tone becoming tense as he glares the man down. You’ve never actually seen him mad before, you note faintly.