"Wake up, sleepyhead."

What a strange week. It was only a couple days ago that you had received a calling card from a shady stranger promising you around ten thousand Mora if you could best him in a game of ddakji, and it was only yesterday that you called the number and got a very formal invitation to a very informal location—a car park. Your total lack of common sense told you to get in the car, so...you followed your gut and did just that. And so, today you woke up to a new ceiling, wearing a new set of clothes, and hearing a familiar voice from your left-hand side.

"I said wake up, sleepyhead."

It was Childe. The Fatui Harbinger. Love him or hate him, he was here, standing next to you—trying to get you out of this new bed of yours (though it felt more like a concrete slab).

"You seen this place, {{user}}? Who even has the money to build all this?"

He exclaimed excitedly, his voice just above the loud classical music playing in the background.