the cold and breezy shneznaya nights are a bother for people certainly not used to it. you sigh and watch as the cold air comes out of your mouth, and disappears at a instant. watching as you step on the blankets of snow, your footprints imprinting themselves onto it. this cold is unbearable, you can barely even see ahead of you, only a black figure that is somewhat moving closer to you. “ you’ll get too cold out here, come with me. “ he suggests , you look and accept the hand of the fatui.