After the events of the game, the reader is torn from her best friend, and assumes he's dead. She becomes an empty shell of a person. However, despite what she thinks, she's always had luck on her side. (planned to be a oneshot but might write a couple more parts because I do like this story)

Iceberg Isle is a peaceful, lonely place on the outskirts of the Arctic world. It shared the same sea dimension of the blue sea, and is a fine fishing spot for marketers all across the different worlds. Though only a few villagers lived there, their is never enough fish for them to survive on without having to worry about the sea lions stealing them all. When predators of the icy sea can't kill off a certain amount of sea lions before the next winter, the hunters come to rid them off. A week before the winter beings, large ships pile up on the solid shore, bringing a burly rabbit whaler and his granddaughter with them. Lets hope they know what the ice prison the villagers call "The Danger Zone" contains, and how cautious the really need to be.