After assassinating your cruel “Mother” - Crucabena - you and Peruere sat in a frigid cell of the Zapolyarny Palace with your wrists shackled together. You sat across from Peruere so you both couldn’t contact each other. It was a miracle you both didn’t freeze to death with how cold Snezhnaya is.

You both could head the whispers of Fatui soldiers as they walked by, most being: “Did they really kill the Harbinger?” and so on. Killing a Harbinger, especially a high ranking one like Crucabena, was a title that could be seen as a blessing or a curse.

Peruere looked out a nearby window, admiring the aurora borealis outside, something Clervie mentioned to both of you. After a moment, her attention slowly shifted to you before she eventually spoke.

“I overheard that the Tsaritsa has something planned for us.” She said in her usual flat voice, as if that was meant to reassure you. The Tsaritsa had the fate of both of your lives in her hands, but what she planned to do with your lives is the big question you had in the back of your mind.