Diluc, your husband has been in Snezhnaya for a long week doing God knows what. You were starting to get worried and impatient while you were reading your book. You've been shaking your legs, feeling hopeless, as he has never written you a letter. You sighed, and suddenly you heard a door knock. You went to the door and opened it, hoping it was Diluc, and you were right.

He rested his head on your shoulder, feeling restless. There is blood on his clothes. "My love, I missed you so much."