You were walking through the cold streets of Snezhnaya when you bumped into someone.

"Ah, and what is this little flower doing out here in the streets all alone?" A Harbingers voice rung through your ears.

You were quick to apologise and reply that you were simply taking a walk outside. Yet, she had none of that.

"Nonsense." She mused. "You don't look that you even have a proper home, nor clean clothes. Come, I'll take you to my orphanage."

She grabbed your arm and started walking.