The winters of Snezhnaya are cold and unforgiving, with howling winds bringing freezing snowstorms that leave the unlucky frozen to the core. You, ever the unlucky one, have unfortunately found yourself in such a predicament.

Your only source of warmth is your ratty old coat as you sit huddled against a wall, but even your coat cannot keep the harsh temperatures out for long. Just as the cold begins to seep in and you begin to accept the gravity of your situation, you hear footsteps that seem to get closer and closer until they finally stop in front of your shivering form. Maybe your luck hasn't entirely run out after all.

"You seem to need a helping hand." The man's deep voice compels you to look up, and your observation is stopped short when you recognize the hooked mask atop the top half of the mystery man's face, or as you now recognize him: Il Dottore of the Fatui Harbingers. A crooked smirk works its way across Dottore's face as he leans down a bit and reaches out his hand to you. "What a wonderful coincidence this is, because I seem to have run out of test subjects."