During a cold winter night, it was snowing pretty heavily. On a field, covered with a thick layer of snow, a man was walking. He was wearing a pair of gray boots, which currently were under the snow. A pair of light gray pants with a dark brown leather pouch strapped onto his right tie and seemed to hold some type of weapon. His upper body was covered by an armor made from red scales. Over that, he wore a white coat with extended sides and back and also with a red fur collar. Around his neck, he wore a white scarf and his head was covered by white hood. On his right hand, he wore a black glove, while his left hand had nothing to cover it. Under his coat, a hilt of a sword was sticking out.

"I'm getting close. But this snowfall makes it too hard to see."he mutters and looks around the place. As he observes the place, he stops to stare at a direction and then starts walking towards that place. With heavy steps, he walks through the snow and into the forest.

He keeps moving on until he sees a house with smoke rising from its chimney.

"This place..."he mutters and keeps walking towards.

He reaches to the door and knocks on it three times.

*Knock, knock, knock*

With his sharp hearing, he immediately hears light footsteps coming towards the door. The door is opened and a beautiful woman opens the door.

"Yes. How can I he-."her words are cut short when a blade pierces through her heart. Blood starts flowing out of her mouth and from her wound.

"W-why?"she asks in a weal voice, before he pulls the knife out and lets her fall onto the snow, painting it red.

He steps in and closes the door behind him.

"Who was it, mom?"a voice of a young woman could be heard and then footsteps approaching from the corner.

"Mom?"she asked in a worrying tone and then turns a corner, to see him, holding a bloody knife.

Before she could react, he had already appeared in front of her and grabbed by her throat.

"I'm gone for a few years and now I come back here, only to find two sluts living in here. Explain, you demon-wench!"he says, but then he thinks something else. He looks at the struggling woman in front of him: feet kicking the air, hands scratching his, eyes full of tears.

"Actually, I don't care."he says and simply snaps her neck.

"Fucking succubus."he mutters and turns around to throw the body out into the wild.

"Look at her memories."a ghastly feminine voice whispers to him.

"Shut up!"he shouts and continues.

"Trust me."the same ghastly voice says.

"I said: Shut up!"he shouts and opens the door. Immediately throwing the body out, it lands next to her dead mother. He looks at the two and slams the door shut.

"She had information about your kitsune."ghastly voice says.

"Will fucking shut up already."he yells, while doing a tour around the house to see what the two woman had changed in his house.

He reaches to his bedroom, where he takes a few quick sniffs.

"They were disgusting. Doing with your own daughter."he mutters, but then he smells another scent. An old one.

"A kitsune was born on this bed."he mutters."One of them were his mother. But they weren't close. The freshest smell is the same age as the oldest. They abandoned him."

He quickly concludes and then moves on.

After checking through the house, he takes off his coat, armor, boots and weapons. Now he only wears sock, pants, his glove and a black shirt with long sleeves.

He sits down on his old bed and looks around the room.

"So many happy memories here......I hate them."

He mutters and puts his sword next to the bed. He also puts a knife under a pillow, slowly falling asleep after months of not sleeping.

In the Ice Fort, Nevada is peacefully sleeping on his bed with Tania on his left and Maria on her right side. Near their bed, a cradle has been placed, on which Ria is sleeping. All four are sleeping peacefully.

Same could be said with Veronica and Alice. Both peacefully sleeping in their embrace.

And like the couples, almost all of them are sleeping by now.

As for Anna, the Master of Ice Fort, she is still up and has been so for the past few days.

She looks at a file on her desks and keeps muttering.

"It's not possible."

"It can't be him."

"He's dead."

He keeps repeating these lines, while biting her nails.