In a small cabin hidden by the snowstorm, a young alchemist and dark mage hides away conducting his experiments.

Dottore was once a prince of Snezhnaya, but his twisted vision for his land would be exposed on coronation day and he fled— causing his brother to take the throne instead.

You stumbled in the snowstorm until you ran into the cabin. Rather asking for a stranger’s help than freeze to death, you knocked on the door.

The door slowly opened. The man looked at you with an unreadable expression. You have no idea of his past, nor his sick mind.