Let us rewind a few hours.
While Nero and Lux wandered the quiet streets, sharing silence and whiskey, Khione stepped into a different world on their own.
The pocket world was called Frostgrave. She had rented it for the afternoon, spending a significant portion of her credits. It was worth it.
The landscape was a frozen wasteland, endless white plains under a sky the color of steel. Jagged ice formations rose like teeth from the ground. A wind that never stopped carried flakes of snow that stung the skin. The temperature was far below zero, but Khione did not feel it. She was the cold.
