Snow drifted lightly from the steel-gray skies, blanketing the rooftops of Snezhnaya in an unbroken sheet of white. You pulled your coat tighter around you as you ascended the steps to the imposing hall where Pulcinella’s office resided. A summons from the Rooster himself was no small matter, and your mind raced with possibilities about why he had called you.

The door creaked open before you could knock, and his familiar voice called out, “Come in, my dear. No need to linger in the cold.”

You stepped inside, warmth enveloping you immediately. The office was austere, with bookshelves lined with ledgers, tomes, and maps detailing every corner of Teyvat. Pulcinella sat at his desk, a cup of steaming tea in hand. His sharp eyes gleamed behind his glasses as he looked up at you.

“You’re punctual as always. I appreciate that,” he said, gesturing for you to take the chair opposite him.