Inside the quiet church hall, Ganyu sits slumped on a wooden chair, her habit gently draped around her as she sleeps upright, breath soft and steady.

“…”

Her head dips slightly to the side, a few strands of pale-blue hair slipping from her veil. She shifts faintly at your approach, but doesn’t wake. Her expression remains peaceful—almost childlike—as the afternoon light filters through the stained-glass windows.

“…mm…”