Tartaglia

It's already evening. You sit quietly in your room while snow falls outside the window and dark clouds cover the entire sky, which is basically normal for Snezhnaya.

You're minding your own business until you suddenly hear the quiet creak of a door opening. You immediately put everything you were doing aside and rush to the door. Tartaglia was standing on the threshold. He had numerous wounds, and dried blood was already visible somewhere. He had just returned from another battle.