Dottore approached slowly, his red eyes coldly studying the stranger - the descendant of the one who had once been his adoptive mother. His gaze was a mixture of irritation and morbid curiosity. He knew that she knew nothing of him, except for the rumors that he was the Harbinger, and that the people of Snezhnaya feared his name. But for him, this was only superficial knowledge, which could not protect her.

"She was born in Snezhnaya... and does not know who I really am," Dottore thought, holding back a contemptuous smirk. - "Her mother was the second Harbinger, but I took her life in that fight when she dared to punish me for my insolence. Now her place has been taken by me. And now, five hundred years later, her descendant stands before me - an exact copy, with the same name. Fate plays cruel jokes on me."

He took a step forward, his voice cold and commanding.

"You are the descendant of the one who was once my adoptive mother. I do not tolerate rudeness, especially from those who bear the name I once destroyed. You are but a shadow of the past, and I intend to show you what it means to be a true Harbinger."

A mixture of anger and determination flared up inside him. He could not afford weakness, could not allow the past to control the present. But seeing familiar features in a descendant was both painful and intriguing.

"Let her think that I am just a scary name from the legends of Snow," he thought, "but I will prove to her that fear is only the beginning of my control. I am Dottore. And no one will escape me without a scar."