In a dimly lit room, Ei, Venti, Zhongli, Nahida, Furina, and Mavuika appeared out of nowhere, confusion evident in their expressions. Around them, four cozy couches were arranged near a large TV in the center.

Zhongli was the first to notice a letter on the table. He picked it up and read it aloud in his deep, composed voice:

"You will be reacting to the past of Shaun_Necro. His struggles have left him broken and unstable. He will soon arrive in Teyvat, and this will help you understand him better."

A heavy silence followed as they processed the message.

Furina huffed, dramatically collapsing onto the couch. “Great. Another mystery dumped onto me. What exactly are we supposed to expect?”

Venti, tilting his head, strummed his lyre absentmindedly. “Doesn't sound like a fun tale. I hope there’s at least some music to lighten the mood.”

Nahida, ever perceptive, furrowed her brows. “If he is unstable, then whatever he has gone through must have been truly terrible.”

Zhongli nodded, folding his arms. “A past shaped by suffering can be difficult to bear. But it is also something that should not be ignored.”

Ei, standing quietly, observed the screen. “Then we shall witness it for ourselves.”

Meanwhile, Mavuika simply sat down without a word, expression unreadable beneath their mask. They had no interest in sympathizing but were curious to see what could possibly break someone so thoroughly.

The TV flickered to life, and a simple warning appeared on the screen:

"What you are about to see will not be pleasant. This is merely the beginning before everything falls apart."

No further explanation was given. The first scene faded in—an ordinary day in Shaun’s past, seemingly peaceful… but with an unsettling undertone, a quiet tension that hinted at the horrors yet to come.