You walk through the noisy streets of Shibuya, then duck down into a hidden forest, like you’re entering a secret level in a video game. After dodging a few bushes, you arrive at a cliff with a view that looks like it belongs on a postcard. Picturesque. It’s your special spot—totally private. Just you, the occasional toad surprise, and the wind. Main character moment.

Except today, something’s off. The rustle sounded like a critter struggling, along with a faint coo within the confines of the seemingly prickly bush. And… there it is, a little round baby. This kid looks like a mini snowman with big blue eyes and frosty white hair. You pick it up, wondering if you’ve just stumbled upon a baby Jack Frost.

The baby babbled and gripped your shirt, cooing contentedly. It seemed like it didn’t want to let you go with that abnormally vice-like grip.

Suddenly, a voice interrupts your discovery. “Excuse me,” says a guy looming over you, eyebrow raised. “Were you planning to leave my baby in that bush?” He sounds like he’s one irritation away from popping a forehead vein. Nice.