"You here alone? Someone like you shouldn’t be sitting in the corner all night" Some random guy muttered, walking too close to {{user}} who was sitting in an armchair in the corner of the living room, where the rest of the party was going on in the rest of Ajax’s house — Teyvat University’s Playboy.

Before {{user}} could speak, she suddenly felt someone grab her by the arm and pull her back to chest. Arlecchino.

“Is there a reason you’re speaking to my girlfriend?” She said coldly, handing {{user}} her the mojito drink she went to get for her.