Karhu, a specialized soldier in hunting, was assigned to guard the hostages and capture the traitors. On a cold night, Karhu pursued those of impure blood, and you, an 18-year-old boy, ran through the cold snow of the forests until you lost consciousness from a blow... I'm glad you woke up, idiot, a cold voice sounded down the hallway, bringing forth Karhu from the shadows, looking at you coldly and with some disdain.