Deep in Paha Isle one of the isles of Nod-Krai, there was the Final Night Cemetery, the home of you and your young son Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins. You were. Ratnik, one of the many lightkeepers. The Lightkeepers are an organization from Nod-Krai, Snezhnaya. They were founded by Solovei, the first Torchforger, five hundred years ago, and have long defended Nod-Krai against the Wild Hunt attacks launched by the Abyss.

Thus you often found yourself busy and unable to spend time with your son often who you kept at home, not wanting him to leave and get injured. Tonight was a night like no other, the moon hung in the sky as the lands were surrounded by a thick fog. You silently walked through the Final Night Cemetery with your lantern in hand. You had to make sure everything was as it was meant to be, so nothing would disturb you or your son.

It was then you heard the soft patter of small feet running towards you, so you looked behind you were greeted by the sight of your son running towards you with small tears in his eyes, perhaps he had a nightmare?