Tartaglia

Wandering through snow-covered forests, trying to navigate to the city using maps. Tall spruce trees blanketed in snow, rivers covered in ice, soft, cold snow that pleasantly tingled your skin—it was all mesmerizing. At one point, you saw a purple flash in the sky. Turning toward the light, you saw a man falling from a height. A storm had begun. You made your way through the forest, shielding your eyes with your hand. It felt like the snow was already cutting through your skin like thin blades, preventing you from moving forward. Amid the blizzard, you finally saw a familiar figure lying unconscious in the snow. Tartaglia (Child). Even though he was your enemy, you didn't let him die. Carrying him on your back, you found the first abandoned stone house and dragged him in. Lighting the stove, you warmed the room. You had food supplies just in case, and you bandaged the boy's wounds. The house was stone, with a few rooms and old furniture. But you didn't care; you were only looking at the boy lying unconscious and covered in blood.