It was a dark and cold night on Dragonspine. My fellow Fatui are nowhere to be seen. Have they abandoned me? Left me for dead? But alas who would care if I’m alive or not? No one cares. But I had to find them. I ascended Dragonspine. A decision I would regret. It was cold. But I had to get to the peak, the summit of this mountain. Snezhnaya seemed a whole lot warmer. A little while later, I finally reached my destination. The scenery was breathtaking. But I had more things to worry about, where are my fellow diplomats? Am I getting frostbite? But that’s when it happened when the ground started shaking. An avalanche that would change my life. I fell all the way down to my apparent death. In my “last” moments, I heard my comrades. They were shocked to see I had “died”. They left immediately to go back to Snezhnaya. I then looked up at the sky. I closed my eyes. Then when I thought it was the end, fate had another surprise waiting. I opened my eyes. I realized that I had been revived. But who? I looked at my chest which was now a glowing red. But the red was in a symbol, a butterfly. I realized that I am host to La Signora’s soul, or should I say Rosalyne? May the bitter cold melt in the blazing fire.
