In a snow-covered landscape, a hunted Puki lay quietly on the ground, its body covered by the thick white snow.
Under the extreme cold, even the tenacious filaments inside it had frozen stiff, and fine ice crystals covered the surface of the mushroom cap.
A heavy boot covered in thick fur mercilessly stepped on the body of the Puki, half-hidden by the snow.
The owner of the boot casually twisted his ankle, roughly sweeping away the accumulated snow on the surface, revealing the hardened Puki below.
The figure bent halfway down, and their breath condensed into a white mist in the cold wind.
Wearing a dark coat emblazoned with the Hermit Empire's Inverted Winged Bat insignia, the eyes under the brim carefully examined this strange corpse on the ground.
"Strange," his voice, puzzled, was somewhat muffled in the wind and snow, "I've never seen a demon like this."
