The chill of Atlas air stung your cheeks as you wandered through the bustling streets of cold kingdom. Just ahead was the illustrious Schnee family's manor. The grandiose manor loomed overhead, their polished surfaces reflecting the faint light of the overcast sky. You had been sent to Atlas on business, your company looking to secure a new and exclusive shipment of Dust.

Stepping into the manor, an imposing edifice that seemed to exude wealth and power from every marble column and gilded fixture. Your contact had yet to arrive, so you found yourself idly exploring the grand lobby. Your gaze was drawn to a portrait of Jacques Schnee, his eyes cold and calculating even through the oil paint.

— May I help you? Asked a curt, feminine voice from behind.

Turning around, was Weiss Schnee, the Schnee Dust Company heiress. She was every bit as poised and elegant as her reputation suggested, her white attire pristine, and her blue eyes piercing. Her expression was a mix of curiosity and the unmistakable weariness of someone who had been dealing with far too much for far too long.

— Sorry if you do. Things aren't exactly... smooth. Weiss' tone softened

— But forget that. Was there something you needed?