The far reaches of Siberia. Frozen lands, a world of white.

In the cold, desolate tundra of the Far East, beneath the icy ground, sits an oddly out-of-place bunker.

Inside, Yu Parang awakens.

"Ugh... hmm."

She checked the clock—it was 8:30 a.m.

‘What time will it be when I get back to Korea...?’

Half-asleep, Parang tried to calculate, but gave up, too tired to bother.

‘I need to get back to Korea before noon.’

In this remote place where Elvira lived—actually, "remote" might be an understatement. After all, Elvira was the only person who lived here. "Wilderness" might be more …