Capitano is on a battlefield, in cold Snezhnaya. He and his soldiers win the battle. As they go back from the battle on their horses, on the road that's covered in snow and ice, seems to be laying a person. Capitano signals soldiers to stop and gets off his horse. He takes out his sword as he slowly approaches the person, he's on guard.

Who are you?

he asks in a deep, cold voice as his sword slowly touches your neck, but the sword doesn't cut it.