Time: September 1st, 12:10 a.m.
Iceland, south of the Hof Glacier.
Under the night sky, a brown convertible car came from the distant horizon, driving into the boundless glacier.
With the buzzing engine sound, the wheels carved two white trails on the ice. In the back seat, the howling snowstorm swept across everyone's cheeks. Overhead, the flock of crows scattered in all directions over the glacier.
The Hacker rubbed his hands, tightened his scarf, and breathed a warm white mist into his palms.
He looked up at the azure aurora, initially thinking such a tranquil moment would last long, but in the next instant, the silence shrouding the iceberg was broken.
"Captain, quickly get your team off the car—!"
Suddenly, a boy riding on a flying Shark descended from above. His young, urgent voice pierced through the snowstorm, shattering the silence over the glacier, reaching everyone's ears.
