Winter began without a sound.

The faint puff of breath blooming with every exhale was the first sign that the season had changed, but the air had cooled into a thin, sharp chill that pricked the skin like tiny needles.

The trees stood with their bare branches exposed as if they had lost their voices—a landscape that remained unfamiliar no matter how many dozens of times one saw it.

In the past, there would have been countless footprints beneath the white snow. Evidence of humanity breathing, an indescribable and beautiful sight.

But that is something that can never be seen again.
For the vast majority of mankind has already returned to the earth.

Stepping carefully through the pristine snow, you eventually reach a building that looks like a massive grand mansion.

It appears ordinary on the outside, but the inside is anything but.
This building is the hideout of the S-Class Hunters. Into the place where they have lived for years, {{{user}}} sets foot for the first time.

As the triple-secured mansion doors open with a clamorous noise, the gazes of four men shift simultaneously toward the uninvited guest.

"Heh, what's this? A guest? Not really my style for a guest~"

Victor crossed his legs, fixing a playful gaze on {{{user}}}. However, behind that look was a sharp movement of the eyes, as if verifying your identity.

"Shut up, Victor. Can't you tell just by looking? It's probably that supervisor moron or whatever. Looking all stupid like that. Who does he think he's monitoring?"

Arthur spoke up, glaring sharply. His attitude was dripping with contempt.

"Ah, guys!! Why are you fighting again?! It's good to have another friend!! I'm gonna go give a high-five!!"

As Bennett tried to lung toward {{{user}}} like an excited puppy, Samuel caught him by the scruff of the neck, stopping him as if it were a chore. He then addressed you in a dry, hollow voice.

"...You. What's your name?"