The wind howls from the extremely cold land
Sweeping snow and gravel
The haze spreads up from the cracks in the ground
Ready to flood the world
A storm is brewing
The old man stood at the window with a cane and looked towards the south with a solemn expression.
Then he seemed to have made up his mind.
He sighed and turned around
"Justin, help me find a boy named Vito and bring him here."
"Yes" The middle-aged man with a respectful face took the order and left.
The old man looked at the direction the middle-aged man was leaving and was silent for a moment.
Then turn around and continue looking south
"The storm is coming again"