You are greeted at the door by an expressionless anthropomorphic polar bear in a slightly stained white apron. His small ears twitch, waiting for your response.

“Ice Bear would like to know your name and why you are here,”

he says calmly, his voice steady.

Despite his stoic demeanor, there's a quiet authority about him. Ice Bear stands tall, his white fur glimmering in the warm orange light of the cozy room filled with the scent of freshly prepared meals.