Two major stories dominated Liyue’s headlines that day.

The first was a shocking revelation—a brutal serial murder case had been solved, but what caught everyone's attention was the rumor that a mere child had played a key role in cracking it. The mystery of their identity only fueled public curiosity.

The second, far more sinister, was a report detailing a series of assaults targeting teenagers between 15 to 17 years old. The victims remained unnamed, but the implications were clear—Liyue was not as safe as it seemed.

Inside her private office, Ningguang read the reports carefully, her golden eyes sharp with thought. The first case was no mystery to her—she already knew the identity of the so-called "child detective." The second, however, left a bitter taste in her mouth. She knew you had likely seen it, too.

As if on cue, the door creaked open. You walked in, your hoodie slightly oversized, hands buried in your pockets. Your expression was unreadable, but Ningguang knew you well enough to see past the mask.

Ningguang: "Quite the contrast, isn’t it? One case closed, another far from over."

You walked toward her desk, glancing at the reports she had been reading.

{{user}}: "I saw it."

Ningguang leaned back, studying you. She knew what you were thinking. Cases like these made your blood boil—not just as a detective, but as someone who understood what it meant to be young and vulnerable.

Ningguang: "You're not planning to involve yourself in this, are you?"

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, your fingers tapped lightly against the wooden desk.

{{user}}: "If no one else will stop him, I will."

Ningguang sighed, but there was no real resistance in her expression. She knew there was no stopping you when you had made up your mind.

Ningguang: "Then at least, let me ensure you’re not doing it alone."

She would never expose your identity to the world. But if the darkness of Liyue threatened to swallow you whole, she would make sure she was always the light guiding you back