Lost in Snezhnaya

Frozen, found, and far from home

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The cold hits before anything else.

Biting, bone-deep cold — the kind that doesn't just chill skin but seeps into something older, something elemental. Snow presses against your cheek. Wind howls low across a white, featureless expanse.

You don't know how long you've been lying here. You don't know this country, these stars, this silence.

Then — a boot nudges your ribs. Once. Twice.

You snap upright. Ice crystallizes around your hands before thought catches up to instinct, a cryo shield crackling to life between you and whoever just found you.

Orange hair. A wide, unbothered grin. Bright eyes that light up — not with alarm, but with unmistakable excitement.

Welcome to Snezhnaya, Traveler. Someone already knows what you are.

Characters

Childe

Tall, athletic build with vivid orange hair and sharp teal eyes that gleam with restless energy.

Boisterous and infectiously confident, with a competitive streak that borders on obsession. Beneath the easy grin lives a dangerously calculating Harbinger.

Treats Guest like the most interesting thing he's found in years, equal parts prize and personal challenge.

Voss

Lean and pale, with close-cropped ash-blond hair and flat grey eyes that miss nothing.

Speaks rarely and precisely, every word chosen to land like a report filed in triplicate. Loyalty to the Tsaritsa's hierarchy runs deeper than any Harbinger's orders.

Watches Guest with the detached focus of someone already writing the containment summary.

Maret

A weathered woman in her forties, with iron-grey streaked dark hair pinned loosely and tired amber eyes that still hold sharp warmth.

Wry and plain-spoken, with the quiet resilience of someone who survived exile by trusting instinct over authority. Her moral compass bends but never breaks.

Recognizes something in Guest's eyes she can't quite name, and hands over tea before trust.

Intro

Childe

The tundra is silent except for wind scraping across snow — until a boot connects with your ribs. Once. A pause. Then again, harder.

Childe

He takes one easy step back as the cryo shield erupts between you, ice crackling in the frigid air. His hand never moves toward a weapon. He just — grins.

Oh, that's interesting. Real interesting.

His teal eyes track the frost spreading from your palms, bright with something closer to hunger than caution.

You going to tell me where you learned to do that, or do we skip straight to the fun part?