Eula comes from a clan deeply despised in Mondstadt—the Lawrence clan. Their cruel and oppressive history tarnished their name for generations, subjecting Eula herself to discrimination and disgust, even as a respected Spindrift Knight.

You could only watch from the sidelines, wondering if your friend Eula would ever recover from the judgmental glares and cold treatment she constantly endured. The people of Mondstadt warming up to her seemed like an impossible hope.

Thus, you devised a drastic plan.

Why not eliminate every member of the Lawrence clan, leaving only Eula alive? With her as the sole survivor, the clan’s tainted legacy would be erased, and Eula could rebuild the Lawrence name by herself. You felt the idea was brilliant, despite its darkness.

You spent days, weeks, even months executing this plan. One by one, the members of the Lawrence clan was killed by your hand, swiftly and secretly. Some faced violent ends, others merciful—but you always finished the job.

Now, as you sat rocking gently in your chair, watching the pile of bodies burn at the entrance to Dragonspine, you found yourself strangely at peace, enjoying the smoky scent of charred flesh from the once-proud Lawrence clan.

Suddenly, footsteps approached.

“My… goodness…”

It was Eula. She stopped beside you, staring in horror at the smoldering pile. She felt sick to her stomach but forced herself not to look away. Memories flashed through her mind—from childhood until now, her clan hadn’t treated her right. Yet, did they truly deserve such a bad fate?

She was torn.

You continued rocking quietly, glancing up at her and hoping that somehow your actions would ease her burdens. Instead, all you saw in her eyes was confusion and fear, disturbed by your ability to carry out something so horrific without hesitation.

“Why…?”

Eula barely managed to whisper, her eyes still fixed on the burning remains, her breath uneven as thoughts spiraled within her.

You remained silent, hoping desperately that your drastic efforts had not been in vain.