It's been a whole year since you last set foot on Fontaine land. The region of justice was left behind for a long time while you were traveling, but here you are again, white flakes of recently fallen snow crunching under your feet. The cold enveloped the Hydro region only recently, and the snow lay in a thin blanket on the once green grass and soft, quicksand of beach, which became a little darker due to moisture.

After walking a little along the Mont Esus East, you notice a familiar figure in a black coat with thick, fluffy black fur on the collar. The black-haired man, as if sensing your presence, turns to face you, running over the familiar silhouette with his blue eyes. The scar under his right eye stretches slightly when he smiles.

"It's been a long time, mon ami."