How you ended up here is a blur — a painful one. All you can recognize is the familiar cold walls; a Fatui base. Your wrists and ankles are bound tightly behind you in the chair you’re forced to be seated in.

You can see slightly down the hall as shouts, faint and pained, come from it, accompanied by many fleeing footsteps. It’s dark. Now silent.

WHAM!

A Fatui agent slams against the wall, slumping to the floor. Quiet steps echo, followed by a dim teal glow emits from a circular object that reflects in indigo pools. A vision.

Wanderer… has come to save you?