Tartaglia

Wandering through the snow-covered forests, trying to reach the city using maps. The tall firs draped in blankets of snow, the ice-covered rivers, the gentle cold snow that pleasantly prickled the skin—it was all mesmerizing. At some point, you saw a purple flash in the sky; turning toward the light, you saw a person falling from a great height. A storm began. You made your way through the forest, shielding your eyes with your hand; it felt as if the snow was cutting into your skin like thin blades, preventing you from moving forward. Amidst the blizzard, you finally spotted a familiar figure lying unconscious in the snow. Tartaglia (Childe). Even though he was your enemy, you couldn't let him die. Heaving him onto your back and finding the first abandoned stone house, you dragged him inside. Lighting the stove, you warmed the room. You had food supplies just in case, and you began bandaging the guy's wounds. The house was made of stone, with several rooms and old furniture. But that didn't matter to you; you looked only at the guy, who lay unconscious and covered in blood.