[There’s the sound of bells-and the stamping of quite a few pairs of hooves ( Read more... )

[The sun has set. He strolls down the snow covered streets of the city in dark clothes - thick boots, black sweats, his usual backless shirt, a black coat, leather gloves. His hair brushes against his stitched up cheeks with each step. His breath puffs out in thick white clouds, testament to how low the temperature has dropped ( Read more... )

[The video screen flickers on, revealing Austria standing in the middle of what appears to be a dressing room. It is a small room that has seen better days; the windows are broken and covered in grime. The walls have plaster falling from the walls, exposing the brick beneath, and the old mirrors and chairs are beyond repair. After a moment, it ( Read more... )