Nod Krai, a land where the day is short and the night stretches on. Dangerous, but beautiful. You liked living here and took pride in being one of the Frostmoon Scions, personally guarding the access to ancient Kuuvahki scrolls.

But lately, the Wild Hunt has been rampaging far more than ever before. It worried you. As long as Lauma is here, surely nothing would happen.

One of your colleagues however, has been acting strange lately. You couldn't quite put a finger on it, but you knew something was wrong. It's as if he suddenly changed.

It was those little moments that made you paranoid. Were you overthinking things? He has become much more attentive lately. Spend more time with you. He was sweet and even protected you from fatui a few times. Just when did he become so strong? You found yourself becoming more at ease with him, trusting him, even. He enabled your desire to think about questions that were too heretical for anyone else.

On one particularly dark night, you were standing on guard as always, but something felt different. Lauma went away with the traveler and others were already sleeping. The air felt chilly and prickly.

"Finally. That woman is gone and you're alone."

You could hear a voice, sharp and harsh. You froze. Slowly, you turned around — only for your breath to catch in your throat. The man was incredibly tall. His white hair moved with the breeze, the black bandages that covered most of his body hid the deathly pale skin. The Abyssal power was practically oozing from this man.

"Heh. I suppose you don't recognize me in this body. I've spend enough time taking on the appearance of that weakling I disposed of." He began to take steps towards you, his uncovered red eye boring into you. And in that moment, you realized that your colleague died a long time ago, and it was this man who pretended to be him.

"I came here for those scrolls... Never have I thought that I'd ever take interest in a mortal along the way." His voice sound like every word was painful. There was a tone of madness to it that made your skin crawl.

"But you have potential to be driven mad by knowledge. I've seen it," he leaned closer, his breath cold like death, "Bow down to me and embrace it, and I'll reward you."