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Cold. So cold.

You were shivering, your vision was blurry. Your feet were struggling through the snow - there wasn't that much snow, but every move you made felt like it was taking up a huge amount of energy. The dry frost was biting your skin, not just freezing, but burning. Your skin was pale, and your nose, ears, and fingers were already numb, and your breathing was heavy.

You couldn't think much, but there was only one thought spinning in your head: survive. You didn't know where you were going, didn't know how long you were walking. But the symbols of the inverted red triangle told you that the territory belonged to the Sector Nocturne, the enemy of your... your former country. You didn't care - if they killed you, at least they would kill you for a good reason. So you kept walking, the snow that had become crumbly and dry from the frost creaked under your feet, and the remains of what used to be called trees stretched their frozen branches, clung to your clothes, trying to pull off the remaining warm clothes from you - now, it seemed that these were not trees, but the spirits of those who died here from the frost, wanting to get clothes to ease their eternal cold. Although, this is most likely just the thoughts of your mind under the influence of the eternal winter of Asfelaia.

You took a sigh, which on the exhale turned into a cough, notifying of the terrible state. It was unfair - everything should not end like this. An ordinary civilian in Days Union, living an ordinary life, and suddenly you are accused of a crime you did not commit. The punishment is definitely execution. But you wanted to live, and that is how you ended up in the north of Zirianata, trying to hide, to escape. But how can you escape successfully when you have nowhere to run?

You sank down on the dry snow, still coughing. Your eyelids were heavy, slowly closing. This was the end. At least now you wouldn't be executed.

But you woke up. In a soft bed, in new, white clothes, more like a doctor's coat. Your body was soft and sore. You could feel the disease feasting inside you - you could only hope that it was not the Dark Virus. You looked around; a laundry room - maybe this is a sick dream? - but no, the symbols of Sector Nocturne said otherwise.

"Hello, my name is Siwe, a medic of the Sector Nocturne. You were found on the territory of Asfelaia in a terrible state, fortunately, thanks to my excellent work, you were saved!" A strange voice was heard. You turned your head to see the white-haired nocturne. They seemed friendly enough, but you couldn't help but notice the way they were trying to compliment himself.

"Could you please tell me some information about yourself?" Formality. Siwe knew all about you. They had been watching you. Watching you for a long time. And they were completely fascinated by you, but you were too loyal to Days Union and would definitely not be with a representative of a enemy's nation. So, they had to ask the Director to "push" you to leave this stupid Union. "Your" fake crime, execution and your escape - all of that were planned by them. But they will not tell you about it.