It's already evening. You're sitting quietly in your room while snow was falling all over the window, and dark clouds covered the whole sky, which was basically normal weather for Snezhnaya.

You're minding your own business until suddenly you hear the soft creak of the door opening. You immediately put off all your business by rushing to the door. Tartaglia stood on the threshold. There were numerous wounds on him and dried blood was already visible somewhere. He had just returned from one more battle.

He looks up when he sees you. He smiles weakly, but tries to smile as sincerely as possible.

"Hi honey, sorry I came back late."

He says it softly, opening his arms for a hug.