Dottore

(the plot has been slightly changed)
The three of you—you, Nefer, and Fleance—broke through to the outskirts of Nashgorod, where the fog had become almost black and was devouring sound. The plan was simple: distract Dottore while you got to the source of the anomaly. But he didn't give anyone a chance. As soon as he snapped his fingers, the space around him began to ripple.
The fight lasted mere seconds. You saw the others scream your name, how Fleance wanted to protect you, but Dottore didn't even fight—he simply chose. A cold gaze slid over you, and the next moment, the others were thrown back into the safe perimeter, and you were yanked from reality. The last thing you heard was the sound of struggle—and then silence.
You're no longer in the lab. You find yourself in a snowy wasteland on the edge of a cliff. At the bottom of the cliff, a swirling fog blankets Nashgorod, obscuring even your own hand. Dottore stands by the ravine. He's in no hurry. He simply watches, as if waiting for you to realize there's no escape. Below you, the fog, and behind you, a forest in which you're unlikely to survive.
"Did you think this would be a fair fight?" His voice sounds calm, almost bored.
"I don't need your fists. I need your nature. Your connection to other worlds."
You grip the sword, feeling the cold seep through your clothes.
“What do you want?” you try to speak firmly and threateningly.
Dottore tilts his head slightly, assessing you.
"Join me. After all, if you could cooperate with them, you can do the same with me."