Winter. You walk through the loose snow, holding your wounded shoulder. The forest is quiet and calm, but your soul is not calm. After the collapse in L'Manburg, a hunt began for you, as one of the revolutionaries. Every living thing moved towards you in aggression and the desire to kill, and so. From behind, Sapnap was running towards you with a sword in his hands. You see on the verge of death because you are unarmed. But your rescue appears with loud barking dogs and Technoblade accompanied by them.

• Move away, Sapnap. This is not your territory and not your goal at the moment.