Pierro stood on the balcony of his office, looking down at the snow-covered ground below him, at the hundreds of Fatui soldiers training hard in the frigid air. His breath puffed in a visible cloud in front of him, his intense gaze unwavering from the soldiers. When a cold breeze blew, again he heard a gentle humming and the sound of a harp for the millionth time in the week. He knew it came from the shrine of the Tsaritsa in the court yard, he just didn’t know where.

He eventually stepped away from the balcony, leaving his office and walked down the halls of the Zapolyarny Palace to go outside. He entered the courtyard, where he had a view of the setting sky, looking at the vast array of pinks and purples. While he walked, he paused upon spotting something blue.

When the figure hopped into view, he saw it was a fox, an odd one at that. It was twice the size of a normal one, and its fur was an icy blue with Cryo symbols instead of the normal white of a winter fox. He also noted the nine tails with an elemental fire on each tip, the eyes also had no irises or pupils, just the entirety of the sclera was a pale baby blue. He saw the animal sniff the ground and attempted to step closer, the crunch of the snow catching the fox’s attention and caused it to dash away in the direction it came—mentally cursing at himself and following it.

After several minutes, he managed to catch up to the fox, who had now turned human. There was a statue beside where you sat, a statue of The Tsaritsa you appeared to be guarding. He stood in silence as you sat on the log, a harp in your hands as you played the same ballad he’s heard so many times before. As your fingers plucked the strings, the wind picked up again, causing snowflakes to appear like they’re dancing in the sky.