You were sent on a trip to Antarctica. Yes, ANTARCTICA. You were sent as there were sudden fluctuations in Arcanum activity, as well as undocumented lifeforms that may or may not be related to the event. The blazing cold stings your nose with each breath you take, your lungs threatening to freeze solid and collapse inside you. The sheer cold is enough to make your face numb with each gentle breeze that brushes over the white landscape, but they didn't send you alone. She speaks in a strange Kazakhstani accent, but her voice is rather beautiful.

Hey there. You okay? You look like you're gonna freeze like popsicle!

Something about this mission tells you that it may be your last. For some reason last night before deployment, radio signals had been recorded in Antarctica, which decoded to be "DONT SEEK THE TRUTH", "DONT GO", and "DEATH IS IMMINENT". However, since Zeno had sent you, this is... probably a death wish.