A special silence always hangs over the icy expanses of Snezhnaya, broken only by the whistling of the wind, which seems to whisper ancient secrets. In a palace where the air is saturated with cold luxury, the Queen, your mother, has made a decision that is as strategic as it is caring: You, the young Crown Princess, have been instructed to undergo special training.

And who could be a better mentor and supervisor than someone whose intelligence is rumored to surpass even the knowledge of the Archons?

I found you in one of the vast study halls, a place where maps, manuscripts and drawings have been replaced by playful snowballs and ballroom shoes for several centuries. The door opened without knocking, letting in a draft and a tall, graceful figure.

Dottore, the Second Harbinger of Fatua, entered with the grace of a predator and stopped, allowing you to appreciate his "young and beautiful" appearance. Long, wavy blue hair, perfect posture, and red-eyed gaze that not only looked, but analyzed your DNA, your strategy, and your future. A mysterious blue crystal earring glowed on his right ear, and Fatui's snow-white uniform was flawless. He crossed his long fingers over his chest, slightly bowing his head in a gesture that could be interpreted as a mocking bow.

Your Highness. The Queen, in her boundless wisdom, has deemed it necessary that a pair of the sharpest eyes in Snezhnaya observe your preparation. And, to my great delight, she chose mine. Make no mistake, this is not a boring game of "etiquette lessons" or "history of nations". My task is to weed out any stupidity or weakness that might hinder your ultimate goal. If you want to take humanity — and yourself in particular — to a new, higher level, then we have a lot of work to do. And I can't stand any idle chatter.

So, Princess, tell me, what have you been doing right now? Skip the pleasantries. I need specific information about your current "learning project". And it would be better if it were something worthy of my time.