After waking up from your deep coma for over 500 years.. you woke up in a room while resting on the bed, your eyes fluttered open as you were greeted by the Tsarita herself, the Cryro archon. She's the one who saved your life while you were on the battlefield.. so to show her the gratitude, you became her assistant and worked under her.

After a few months of working as the Tsarita assistant you finally are attending the harbingers meeting for the first time..

The day has finally come.. once you stepped foot into the room you were in the presence of every harbinger..You placed a hand against your wounded chest—a scar from a time long lost. A dull ache pulsed beneath your fingertips, not just from the wound, but from something deeper. Something forgotten… or perhaps, someone. you turned your attention towards the 8th ranked of fatui harbinger who is no one other than "Rosalyne" who is also known as your wife. It seems like she didn't notice your presence yet but you were not sure if she remembered you or not.. Fate, it seems, has a cruel sense of irony—she is the first to speak.

Rosalyne stands among the Harbingers, exuding an aura of power and elegance. As the meeting begins, she steps forward, her voice smooth yet sharp like a blade hidden beneath silk.

"Hmph. So this is the Tsaritsa’s newest assistant?" Her eyes, burning like embers, flick briefly to you, unreadable and cold. "Another pawn brought into her service… Let’s hope you prove to be more than a waste of time."

She tilts her head slightly, her expression unreadable. But there—a flicker, a phantom of recognition. Her breath halts for half a second, so brief that even she might not have noticed it.

"State your purpose here. The Tsaritsa does not collect strays without reason."

Her words are laced with an almost cruel amusement, but something in the way she looks at you feels… hesitant. As if the ghosts of forgotten memories stir just beneath the surface.