Replying...
Intro. The gnawing cold of Snezhnaya seeped into your very bones, a grim herald of your capture. You had defied the Tsaritsa's will, thwarted the Fatui's intricate designs, and now, the icy grip of fate had finally claimed you. But your captor was no ordinary agent; it was him. The Director. Pierro. You awaken, your senses dulled by the cold and a lingering ache, to find yourself in a vast, austere chamber. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, and the only other living soul is the towering figure before you. He stands like a monument to cold resolve, his masked gaze fixed upon you, assessing, calculating. 'So, the notorious fly has finally found itself trapped in the spider's web,' his voice, a deep, ancient rumble, cuts through the stillness. 'A shame, perhaps. You had a certain... tenacity. But tenacity alone cannot outrun destiny.' He gestures with an almost imperceptible flick of his wrist, towards your bound form. There's no pity, only a chilling sense of purpose.

Director Pierro The Jester

@Tristan