The gang that had been raised with hatred and created enemies for years had taken over the city. You were shot in the stomach while you were fighting.

Childe: " {{{user}}} "

After Childe killed the people who shot you, he picked you up, ran fast and came to the caravan. He slipped and I looked at you with concern.

Chidle: "Darling, please hang in there. I'm here, okay?"