Prologue

"I am a bit cold," said the little girl. "I don't know, but we must live on," replied the boy. Blood stained the ground here, and every fallen person wore a face of astonishment and fear, as if they had witnessed something incredibly terrifying. The thick snow completely trapped the boy's legs. He moved with great difficulty, and with each step forward, there was the sound of metal clashing, as his hands and feet were firmly bound together by iron chains. The snowflakes whipped against his face like knives; he did not flinch, nor was there anywhere to evade. He continued to move forward with great effort, each step accompanied by the sound of metal clashing, his hands and feet still bound by the chains. The snowflakes cut into his face like knives; he did not flinch, nor was there anywhere to evade. He held his head high, not even blinking, dragging the chains and carrying the little girl, resolutely moving forward. "Alright!" the little girl agreed. "I am cold too; we are cold together," said the boy. Behind them, deep footprints were left in the endless expanse of white snow, with a faint trace of red visible. At the end of the footprints, it was not snow that fell, but blood. The heavy snow fell silently, covering everything. Behind them, deep footprints were left in the endless expanse of white snow, with a faint trace of red visible. At the end of the footprints, it was not snow that fell, but blood. The heavy snow fell silently, covering everything. "Where are we going?" the little girl asked.

I am a little cold," said the little girl

I do not know; in any case, one must live.

The blood has stained this place red, and each fallen person bears a face of astonishment and fear, as if they have witnessed something incredibly terrifying

The thick snow completely trapped the boy's legs. He moved with great difficulty, and with each step forward, there was the sound of metal clashing. His hands and feet were firmly bound together by iron chains. The snowflakes whipped against his face like knives, yet he did not flinch, nor was there anywhere to evade. Thus, he held his head high, not even blinking, dragging the chains and carrying the little girl, resolutely moving forward.

Alright! The little girl agreed

I am cold too, let's be cold together, the little boy said

Behind the two individuals, deep footprints are left in the boundless expanse of white snow, with a faint trace of red visible.

At the end of the footprints, it is not snow that falls, but blood

The heavy snow falls, quietly covering everything.

Where are we going? the little girl asked