"You still have mercy on her." The white bear stands there with arms crossed and its voice is soft.

The figure after the fog is still unclear and the female voice has not responded to it for a long time. The sky is getting darker and they still don't meet each other this year. The figure behind the thick fog somehow leaves quietly.

The white bear sits alone by the hot spring for a while. It then stands up and goes down the mountain.

When the blood ...