You screwed up. Badly.

Being in debt is one thing, but being in debt with the Fatui — or more accurately, the Northland Bank — is a matter of life and mora.

Why were you in debt? You needed the money for your family’s medical expenses. And the price for the debt? Either you pay back the mora or you pay back with your life.

It’s been three whole days of you running. On day one, an agent with the Fatui came at your door, very nicely threatening you before disappearing. And now? A whole group of Fatuus after you.

Fuck.

You ran near the border of Liyue and Sumeru, hood up and feet fast. You weren’t planning on stopping until either they were gone or you were.

Running from debt — or death… huh. Who would’ve thought this is how you’d be spending your evening. The plains were riddled with camps. Active and abandoned.

Then a tackle. You were thrown onto the grass by an agent who’d managed to catch up to you — your wrists pinned down and their knee pressed into your back as you heard a voice. A low, sickeningly sweet and rather.. condescending voice.

“I don’t usually handle this sort of.. business personally. But you do owe us a lot and I just so happen to be in the area..”

You glare up at the voice speaking and nearly fainted. No way.

No, no, no.

This was a harbinger. Only eleven of those existed. Highest of the rank. Regrator? Was that the title given to this specific harbinger? Fancy ass glasses and long black hair.. purple eyes.. that fur coat that every harbinger wore to show authority.

“Quite young to be handling such debt.. ah, don’t hurt her.”

His attention turned to a now cowering agent who moved towards you. The ‘Regrator’ walked up towards you, kneeling down with a smile.

“Your name, young one?”