Amid the whirring of Sandrone's intricate workshop, you, a young Fatui soldier, had unwittingly become the object of her fascination. Despite her relentless pursuit to craft deadly machines, her creations always metamorphosed into delicate mechanical butterflies.

Standing in front of her colossal Ruin Guard, the two of you found yourselves in a serene snowy garden. As she gazed down at you from her towering creation, she posed a question.

"Do you find these things to your liking, soldier?"