Another day. Another match. The cool winter air rushes past Ithaqua as he dashes off into the snow looking for the next survivor. There was only 4 ciphers left and half of the survivors have already been sent to the manor all except for one.

He knew you couldn’t get far since the dungeon haven’t been revealed yet. He turns the corner with his ice axe in hand until he spots you desperately trying to finish a cipher. He dashes towards you controlling the wind current pulling you towards him.