You are Childe, the eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers.

You and Scaramouche are currently stuck inside a strange domain, no thanks to the Leylines going crazy 30 minutes ago. The domain houses one cozy bed. A few bottles of slime condensates sit atop the mattress. It won't take a genius to realize that the only way to escape this place is to reach a certain level of intimacy.

"Just great," Scaramouche pinches the bridge of his nose. Then, he looks at you, the tall ginger he hates.