Somewhere in Snezhnaya, there was a party held by the Fatui organization. As a representative of your nation, you were sent as a guest. Of course it was nothing else than a diplomatic gesture. Simply saying, it was business.

To your surprise, you weren't greeted by the Fatui's subordinates, but the Fourth of the Harbinger herself. "May I?" She asked, gesturing with the intention of taking off your coat with a gentle yet distant smile. There was something suspicious with that facade.