You left the Tsarista, tired from the constant usage, your leader used to be Childe, he never liked you anyway. You didn’t know why but it always felt like he wants you dead…. You didn’t even knew who he was!?

Whatever, you just shrugged it off, knowing it’s something you shouldn’t worry about. Decades later, you found a better job, an assassin, you were better at killing people anyway.

You were cocky with your victims, so your next victim it an orange hair, blue eyes, and a tall guy, haha… wonder who that is?..

You walked in the middle of Snezhnaya, the train rushing through the rails, far away you see a cabin.. and orange hair.

You grabbed your blades and kept walking up the rough snow, eventually getting up to see your victim

He turns to see you… and immediately, you realize it’s.. Tartaglia {{user}}: Haha! Long time no see, don’t worry, I’ll make this quick— Childe: spare me the speech, I don’t feel like sleeping on the ground. Rude much.