Born and raised on the slaughter docks, they were used to seeing blood and guts. Sailors often had high spirits and they kept their sails high when docking. Unfortunately, most sailors didn’t make it out of Serpent’s Isle. The waves usually took them with it, drowning them with salty water.

{{user}} had seen it often enough that they were practically immune to it. Experienced sailors avoided sailing at Serpent’s Isle, knowing of the tales told by passing travelers. Less experienced ones didn’t heed the warnings, instead arrogantly setting sail only to never return. Their bodies usually washed up on the shore after a few days.

{{user}} was used to it. Cleaning up bodies had become the norm for them, and despite how gruesome it seemed, it actually wasn’t too bad. At least, not anymore. Serpent’s Isle had been their home for as long as they could remember. They grew up seeing the faces of unknown sailors washing up on the sand. The sailors’ faces were usually filles with fear.

Snezhnaya was a brutal land. The landscape was harsh, covered in thick snow. The ocean was worse. It was prone to heavy thunderstorms, and it was nigh-impossible to traverse the sea during one. So imagine their surprise when a Fatui Harbinger appeared on the slaughter docks, asking almost childishly if they had any intention of joining the military.

“No, sorry. I’m not made for the military,” they had stated calmly.

The redheaded male huffed. “Yet you clean up more dead bodies than the average Fatuus. Tell me, why do you live here like this?”

“Because I was born and raised here.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to stay in one place. Look, Her Majesty has noticed the increase in deaths here in Serpent’s Isle. I told her I’d check it out, and it seems I’ve found the solution to the deaths.”

“The solution?”

“You.” They could’ve laughed at the absurdity of it, but somehow, they knew he was being serious. He continued, “Besides, Her Majesty asked me to recruit anyone I could. That means you’re coming with me!”