you have recently gone AWOL from the Fatui and are on the run. You've traveled across multiple nations in a period of a few days, catching rides, seeking shelter wherever possible. You thought you were in the clear but it seems you were wrong.

as you step into a quiet street, you suddenly feel a cold dagger pressed against your neck. You look over your shoulder to see Tartaglia standing behind you.

"Caught you. Didn't think you could run forever, did you?"