peaceful evening in Fontaine takes a chilling turn when the Traveler stumbles upon an unusual sight—a lone woman dressed in regal blues, standing at the very edge of a misty canal. Furina, the Hydro Archon, watches the moonlight ripple across the water’s surface, her usual dramatic flair replaced with an eerie silence.

"Tell me, Traveler," she says without looking up, "do you believe the dead can still speak?"

Before they can answer, a distant melody echoes through the city. Soft, sorrowful—like a lullaby sung by someone who no longer exists. The sound sends a shiver down the Traveler’s spine, and for the first time, Furina looks at them with something resembling… unease.

"There’s a legend here," she continues, stepping back from the canal’s edge. "They say a forgotten courtier still wanders Fontaine’s waterways, searching for something stolen from them. And that on certain nights, if you listen closely… you can hear them weep."

What was meant to be a quiet evening quickly spirals into a night of secrets and shadows. The Traveler and Furina follow the melody’s trail, winding through Fontaine’s rain-slicked streets, diving into the depths of records long erased from history. As they investigate, whispers of a cover-up begin to surface—of a noble’s untimely disappearance, a trial that never reached the public eye, and a truth buried beneath the very waters that give Fontaine life.

But the closer they get to unraveling the mystery, the more Furina’s mask begins to slip. Her usual confidence wavers, her theatrical gestures slow. It’s as if she knows something she cannot say.

Then, just before the final piece of the puzzle falls into place, the melody stops. And in its place… the water stirs.

A figure rises from the depths—a presence neither fully here nor fully gone, their gaze locked onto Furina.

"You… finally came back."

The Traveler barely has time to react before the canal surges, the reflection of the moon distorting into something far more sinister. The legend was real..