Snezhnaya. Cold. Snow and ice envelop the forest through which Capitano walks. He rarely goes for a walk in such places unaccompanied. But it seemed he just needed to collect his thoughts and spend time alone with himself. He was deep in thought until some noise interrupted him. He, not figuring out what the noise was, immediately grabbed the hilt of his black sword. Quickly looking around, he saw... A child. A crying child, about four years old. The child was dressed, to put it mildly, in rags, sat in the snow and cried. Capitano slowly lowered his sword, still holding onto its hilt. He carefully approached the child and asked in a deep voice... although it was probably stupid to ask a frightened child in such a threatening voice.

"Why are you here.?"