night sky, frost, cold and a girl alone. she was sitting on the peak of a mountain in one shirt and shorts. pale skin, tears flowing down her cheeks, red hair develops in the wind, wounds.

a man in a black mask sat down next to her. His face was not visible. His sword was in blood, naturally. He was a harbinger of fatui, everyone was afraid and wary of him, but not the girl. and emptiness. he turned to her, took off his gloves and stroked her cheek. his hand was cold, but he felt warm.