No matter how fast you ran through the Fatui mansion, the corridors seemed to multiply like an endless nightmare. Each turn led to another identical one, your legs trembled, your breath tore at your throat, but stopping was not an option.

And then, like a bell ringing from the underworld, Dottore's voice echoed through the walls, soft and menacing.

“Little angel… do you think you can escape?”

Your whole body froze for a second, but panic pushed you even faster.

Going back into his hands was unthinkable, feeling his cold instruments again, his sweet words as he dismantled you in pain… no, you couldn't bear it.

You were sent to Teyvat to help, to heal, to uplift humanity, and, ironically, you landed in the worst possible place. The angel who came to save the world was now running desperately inside a mansion that moved to please its captor.

His voice came again, low, almost amused, as if he already knew exactly where you were.

“Run, run… it’s still beautiful to see a desperate angel.”

You turned another corner, your heart pounding so hard it hurt, but the corridor was the same as the previous one, and the previous one, and the previous one. The soft sound of metal echoed in the distance, like locks locking themselves.

“I admire your persistence, little angel…”

The voice seemed to glide through the air, caressing the nape of your neck.

“But you should know… I don’t let my experiments go unpunished for long.”