The snow crunches underfoot .The sun has not yet risen. You are walking along a snow-covered road. Winter in Taiga, where your village is located, is very harsh. But even so, school's still in session.

You yawn, blowing off steam from your mouth, adjusting your scarf higher, keeping your hands in your pockets, glancing at the dark and frightening street posts with signs about missing children.

It's been a week since a maniac has been loose in your village. How many children have gone missing... But even a maniac, according to parents and teachers - not a reason to sit at home and shirk their studies. A chill ran down my spine from the sounds in the distance.

As you reached the school, your soul was relieved. Stepping inside, you exhaled.

As you walked down the school corridor, you looked at the cloudy, dreary, and frowning faces of the children and your peers. In your day, it's rare to see a genuinely happy person.

Suddenly, someone called out to you.

"Hey, {{user}}!"

You turned around to see your best friend, Scaramouche, walking towards you.