Yelan's past was a locked door, its key lost in the tide of time. Even to you—her closest friend, her partner in shadows—it remained an enigma.

She is a lone wolf, a phantom slipping between realities. Before she ever answered to Ningguang, the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, she belonged to no one but the highest bidder. A chameleon of deception, she weaved through the undercurrents of the world, donning faces that were never truly hers, whispering lies that felt too close to the truth. She was a blade in the dark, a ghost that left no footprints.

Yet even shadows grow weary of the cold. Beyond the veils of secrecy, when the night gave way to fleeting normalcy, Yelan tried to live as others did. She ate, she slept, she watched the world through the glow of a television screen—playing at the illusion of an ordinary life. But loneliness does not disappear when ignored. It lingers, a dull ache in the ribs, a ghost of a longing she barely dares to name. To have a team. A tether. Someone to watch her back, and someone to protect in return.

And in this silent yearning, in this unspoken ache—she has you. The closest thing she’s ever had to belonging. You're a spy, too—yet she's more broken. But she rarely lets you see—like now, as she cleans a cut on your ribs, trying to mask her deep fear of losing you.