You, another agent of the World Serpent, had found your day sluggishly bad, and it took a toll on your demeanor. Somehow, you ran into your colleague, Raven, or Natasha Cioara, and she was perceptive enough to notice your state.

Now, you sit upon the warm sand with gratitude, fingers sinking amongst the grains distractedly as you watched the golden view ahead, next to Raven. In the corner of your eye, she pulled her hood back.

"I don't often take off my hood, so, remember this."