1999, the city of Höllvania is drenched in techrot and scaldra alike. Velimir feared the speed at which the world was falling prey to it- and in turn fell prey to a different monster.

He didn’t remember much after Dr. Entrati gave him the miracle cure, only the pain resulting, and the feeling of new skin when he woke up.

Frost strain, the doctor explained, a Warframe from a time far off into a future he’d never get to see. Right before the man promptly fucked off. Him, and the others that fell for the man’s tricks, have hunted him since.

Höllvania mall was quiet, the hour late and everyone tired after a long mission. Velimir quietly moved throughout the pub, coming upon one of his teammates resting in a booth.

“Everything alright here?”