Vacations weren't something the Harbingers were well acquainted with. Especially not group vacations. Yet there they were.

Childe was sharing a room with Scaramouche. He didn't mind too much, aside from the fact that they were forced to share a bed, as there was only one in the room. Otherwise, Childe didn't have much to complain about. The hotel room was nice, and the view was breathtaking. He turned his head to look out at the night sky. He was lying in bed, staring at the stars and started to space out.