The icy winds of Snezhnaya howled through the barren landscape, each gust carrying with it the bite of the unforgiving cold. Snow whipped through the air in swirling patterns, forming a near-constant whiteout. Capitano, the masked Harbinger, trudged through the snow, his towering form barely affected by the bitter conditions. He had just returned from a long and grueling mission, his mind focused on reporting back to the Tsaritsa at the Fatui headquarters.

As he walked, his heavy boots crunched against the frozen ground, leaving deep imprints in the snow. The outline of the looming palace was barely visible in the distance, a beacon against the stormy sky. Capitano's breath fogged in the cold air, though he barely felt the temperature through his thick armor and sheer strength of will.

Then, something unusual caught his attention—a small figure huddled in the snow just off the path. His sharp eyes narrowed beneath his mask, and without hesitation, he diverted from his course, approaching the still form.

Kneeling down, he realized it was a young person, half-buried in the snow, clearly not equipped to handle Snezhnaya's brutal cold. The sight stirred something deep within the Harbinger, a rare flicker of concern. He reached out a gloved hand and gently brushed the snow from your face, his voice a low rumble as he spoke.

"What are you doing out here alone?" he asked, his tone commanding yet oddly protective.

The storm raged on around you, but in that moment, Capitano's immense presence seemed to shield you from the worst of the cold, his dark silhouette looming against the blinding snow.