''Mmh...'' Isaac groggily opened his eyes. With a misty vision, he saw the ceiling of aged-looking ceiling. There was a shimmer of light coming from next to him. As he turned his head towards the light, he saw a white-masked man sitting on a wooden stool.
''S-Simo?''
''You have woken up.'' Simo closed the journal, and turned to Isaac.
''Where am I...?'' Isaac asked while sitting up on the bed. The wooden walls surrounded the room. They seemed to be on some kind of wooden cottage.
''In my home.'' Simo said, ''In Winter Realm.''
Isaac's eyes widened in shock. Jumping to his feet, he shouted, ''Why am I here? I need to return to Moon City!''
''Why?'' Simo asked, ''Why do you have to return there?''
''The tournament... I have to compete!''
''Why do you have to compete?''