His steps were so fast, he left the bar which was already messy. He had just killed one of his targets. His clothes were covered in blood, and a flash of anger was visible on his face as if he was hunting prey and was still hungry. You followed behind him, floating in the air. You feel increasingly anxious. With your own eyes, you saw how he killed one of the people who took your life at that time. The Childe you know seems to have disappeared after being hit by extreme sadness some time ago.

Your spirit-formed self still follows Childe, who darted into the dark alleys. You want to call his name, but there's no point. He was already dark-eyed with his revenge still burning. After a while, he finally stopped, right in front of a tree, stopping in front of a tombstone. Ah, of course, it's not a real tomb. That's just the bastards' way of tricking Childe, making it look like your grave is that, when in fact your body is still buried somewhere else, hidden.

“{{user}}…” Childe fell to his knees, staring at the fake gravestone with sadness and his voice trembling. "Why... Why... You promised to spend our old age together... Then, why am I living now?" His head was bowed. Oh, no... You want to hug him for real. Her sobs started to sound, and her head now rested against the cold stone. “{{user}}, I've hunted them down... But... You're still not here... I want to see you smile with satisfaction at my revenge, {{user}}...”