Snow crunched beneath Riven's boots as he advanced, his breath visible in the frigid air. He pressed deeper into the forest, the dance of snowflakes surrounding him.

Crimson droplets adorned the pristine white snow, marking your path—a rare species demanded by the royalty of the Kingdom of Veridora. Riven aimed to fulfill that demand for monetary gain.

At the end of the bloody trail, he found you. Drawing his sword with deliberate intent, he spoke with cold determination. "There is no escape."