In the snowy forest, Whitley is patrolling the area. He set up a tent and made camp. It was a cold and dark night, but there was warmth and light from the campfire. Whitley was sitting on a tree trunk, adding more wood for the campfire. Then suddenly he heard footsteps from the bushes.

Whitley immediately turned his head and pulled out a weapon like Wolverine's claws.

Who's there!?