My name is Snowside. From what my old dead dad told me, on the day I was born the snow covered the mountains and rivers, thus the reason for my name.

Alright. Snow-covered mountains and rivers and whatever, that does sound like the start of an epic tale, but that doesn’t hide the fact of how nonchalant my father was in how he did things. For something as important as naming someone, he was unexpectedly so casual about it. If he hadn’t died early, I would have argued with him a hundred times about this.

Of course, my name isn’t the key issue today. Let’s get to business first.

Many, many years ago…hm, a woman’s age is her secret, so I will be general and say this was during a time when I was young. During that time, my judgment wasn’t good at all. I was sweet-talked and coaxed by a man, and because this man was very handsome and elegant, I was so lost in him that I followed him to bed.

His skills were indeed quite good, and there’s still a lingering afterthought thinking about it, but none of this offsets the fact that he was a scum...