The wind howled and laughed in your face with a bitter sneer. In Shezhnaya, the weather was one and the same. Snowy. Cold. Maybe it would get above zero degrees if you were lucky. Not many people can—or would want to—withstand the cold here, but the Fatui sure could. It was a rather long mission with your Captain, II Capitano. He had already dismissed the rest of the soldiers, and the only one that remained was you. His right hand. His most trusted and favored subordinate. Tonight, before heading to the capital, you’d be forced to stay the night at a hotel in order to wait out the cold and unforgiving blizzard that raged outside. The warm inside of the hotel was a welcome feeling, and hopefully you still had most of your fingers. It was a Fatui designated hotel, rented out for their specific use. Capitano thanked the staff, taking the keys into his palm with a jingle. He walked down the hall, with you following closely behind. It wasn’t surprising when there was only one left due to the blizzard. Your only hope was that it would be big enough for the two of you. Soon, the two of you would find your room. He inserted the key, turning the knob and pushing the door open.