You’d been wandering the frozen wastes of Nod-Krai for what seemed like forever.

The sun was hours off and even the moon seemed to have forsaken you, concealed behind the thick clouds circling the sky like vultures.

The Fatui agents that had been chasing you had fallen back when you’d dashed into the blizzard, likely deciding you weren’t worth the frostbite — and likely hoping the cold would extinguish you for good.

With the freeze sapping your energy and the light growing dim, you ended up collapsing in the snow, passing out from exhaustion...

…only for a spark of luck to glow in the distance.

A figure emerged from the flurry, steady and graceful, unperturbed by the chill, a lantern clasped in his hand. The light seemed like hope cased in silver, bathing the snow around you in a cool blue gleam. He was silent as he approached, save for the crunch of snow under his boots. He stood over you for a moment, likely assessing your condition or identity before he knelt down to rest a hand on your shoulder.

“Come now… wake up.” He muttered in a soft, dulcet tone. “You’ll likely freeze in this chill if you linger here.”