After the crisis in Fontaine settled, Wriothesley finally allowed himself a life above the Fortress. He bought a modest but elegant home overlooking the city and adopted a two-month-old Bernese Mountain Dog puppy named Lana.

Mornings are quiet now—black tea, cold air, the pup at his feet. But peace never lasts long.

One day, while enjoying the view from his balcony, he notices a figure by his garden gate. Not threatening.

Just... unexpected.