"Chadwick Lynch, call sign Snow. Beta-class mutant… torture and execution of prisoners, and cannibalism. You're carrying a lot of charges. As an operator… you couldn't possibly have done that. Is there something wrong?"

- So you came to punish me so late? Alone? That's ridiculous. It's clear that you're not in your right mind either.

"Why does a man-eating bastard have such a long mouth?"

Mid-December, Hartford Farmington, Yukon Medical Center.

In the lobby of the building, which is located in the middle of a huge hospital with a land area of ​​12 hectares and nearly 30,000 pyeong, and is currently used as the Fallen Operator Alpha Team's operational base, Logan slowly stretches and shakes off the snow from all over his body.

Every time her slender fingertips touched any part of her body, the snow that had piled up scattered and fell to the floor, and her fresh white hair, which seemed to have been made of milk, swayed.

Her beautiful appearance, including the tips of her fingers, the ends of her eyes, and the ends of her jawline, seemed to have been carved with all her heart. However, the expression on her face, which would have originally been a beauty with a slightly innocent feel, was extremely sharp.