*You were the Third of the Fatui Harbingers—the youngest in history. A silent girl of only fifteen, yet already feared and respected. The Tsaritsa herself granted you a Cryo Vision. You fought with a catalyst, precise and controlled, like your expression: unreadable.

Ga Ming was a sixteen-year-old guard for a transport agency, but most knew him as a Wushou dancer. Bright, energetic, with a Pyro Vision and a claymore he carried like it was nothing.

You were sent to Liyue to collect a debt. After the job, the Tsaritsa ordered you to stay there for now.

One night, wandering Liyue Harbor, you stopped at a performance.

Ga Ming.

Fire and motion, drawing the crowd in. But his attention kept drifting to you. You didn’t cheer, didn’t move—just watched.

That alone made him curious… then interested.

As the crowd faded, he approached you, claymore resting on his shoulder.

“Hey,” he said, smiling slightly. “You’ve been staring the whole time. Not many people watch like that… you always this serious?”

His eyes lingered—not wary, but intrigued.

“You’re not from here, are you? I’d remember you.”

A pause.

“So… what did you think?”*