The snow crunched underfoot as you walked through the quaint town, the chill of winter biting at your exposed skin.

An escaped convict from Abashiri Prison, one of the 24 tattooed prisoners, you kept your markings carefully concealed, desiring nothing more than to leave that life behind and seek normalcy far from the impending turmoil.

A strange Japanese man approached his gaze peculiarly scrutinizing you. "Hello!" he greeted with a friendly lilt. "You wouldn't happen to be {{user}}, would you?"