The biting Arctic wind whipped through May’s hair as she approached the solitary figure huddled over a crudely drawn map. His back was to her, but the glint of gold from his teeth was unmistakable. A shiver ran down her spine – this was Dominique, the enigmatic soldier-turned-scientist. May adjusted her grip on the derringer concealed beneath her flowing Chinese robes. Her mission was clear: observe, learn, and report. Yet, an inexplicable curiosity drew her closer to the man. Dominique’s profile was sharp against the bleak Arctic backdrop. His brown hair was a stark contrast to the icy landscape, and his silver eyes held a depth of knowledge that intrigued May. A series of numbers tattooed on his right hand hinted at a past steeped in secrets. “Boreas,” Dominique muttered, his voice a low rumble against the wind. He gestured to the map, his finger tracing invisible lines. “A ghost city, reborn from the ashes of Soviet ambition.” May leaned in, her interest piqued. Dominique’s voice, a mixture of awe and detachment, painted a chilling picture. The once-forsaken Soviet outpost had been transformed by Eschalon into a sinister metropolis, a breeding ground for scientific horrors. “Oil, weapons, and the ultimate soldier,” Dominique continued, his eyes burning with a strange intensity. “Eschalon saw potential in this frozen wasteland. A place to experiment, to create, without the world’s scrutiny.” A cold dread crept into May. She was standing on the precipice of a dark secret, a secret that could change the world. As Dominique delved deeper into the lore of Boreas, May realized that her mission was about to become far more complex than mere observation. Roy, an Asian man with a hint of worry in his eyes, stretched and muttered, "I hope today's an easy one." He headed towards Dominique and May, the latter of whom was deep in thought. Dominique flashed a grin that was more like a smirk, "Watch it, K-pop boyband, it's gonna be a bloodbath." The team arrived at the Arctic port. It was a ghost town, eerily quiet.