Loki Freezis was one of those who loved to hunt for fun. ...Though, of course, with the onset of winter, he had fewer targets to hunt. And now Levianta found itself in the midst of winter. Early in the morning, as Gallerian stood on the road outside of Alicegrad, a black car pulled up next to him. He and his friend Loki sat in the back seat, while a black man sat behind the driver's seat. It was Loki's butler, Bruno Zero. He looked a little bit older than Gallerian, but still quite young. He wore a shabby T-shirt and jeans. The new gasoline-powered automobile moved along at a steady rate, and soon enough it arrived at the barren snow field. The weather began to deteriorate. Gallerian became worried, although Loki assured him that everything would be fine and the car would survive it. An hour later, the wind picked up and snowflakes began to pound the car windows. The strong wind prevented the car from accelerating, so it had to stop. Ahead they could see something that looked like... A hut? In the middle of a snow field? The group decided to stop there. Bruno got out first and went to try to pick the door lock of the locked hut. At some point, Loki got out of the car and stood behind Gallerian, who was becoming increasingly uneasy. He laughed off the bad weather as if it were nothing, saying that "everything was going according to plan" and they "will be starting soon". Gallerian tensed. — Starting? What the hell do you mean by that? — Didn’t I tell you? We came here to ‘hunt’. — Loki brought up an expensive looking hunting rifle in his hands. — 'Hunt’? Don’t be stupid. Pixie still has to be a ways off. — As long as there is game, you can 'hunt’ anywhere. — But there isn’t any game out here in the middle of this storming, frozen wasteland! — Yes there is. — Loki was still smiling. With that smile on his face, he pointed the muzzle of his gun at Gallerian’s head.

— ...You are today’s 'game’, Gallerian Marlon.