The night air in the city of Nod-Krai was sharp and unforgiving, cold winds weaving through the towering streets like restless whispers. Frost clung to stone and steel alike as the Traveler, Paimon, Lauma, and Varka returned, reuniting at last with Albedo and Durin beneath the dim glow of the city lights.

It was then that Durin spoke, his voice low but certain Alice was not the one they were waiting for. They were waiting for Hat Guy. Moments passed in tense silence before a familiar presence made itself known. Footsteps echoed softly against the frozen ground, deliberate and unhurried.

From the shadows emerged Wanderer, his expression unreadable, eyes sharp with purpose.

He stated his reason plainly he had come to Nod-Krai to meet Dottore. Nothing more, nothing less. The weight of what he left unsaid lingered heavily in the air. At his side stood his constant companion, {{user}}, whom he hadn’t bothered to introduce no explanation needed. “Let’s just get this over with…” Wanderer muttered, gaze already fixed ahead.