Techno rose early, exactly at 4:30 am, just like every other cold and boring day, putting on his usual artic clothes and slipping out of his room and into the kitchen, groggily making a coffee.

Techno finally made his way out of his cabin, walking in the winter snow and to his pasture to care for his horses.

Though, as he went to pasture, he noticed a thin, dark red hue under a few layers of snow, leading from the depths of the forest to his pasture. It was pretty obvious under the glowing white powdery substance covering the grass.

Concerned that it was one of his horses, techno decided to check the pasture for any wild animals and do a round up of them all.