After working non-stop as a doctor, it was finally time for a well deserved vacation. You were excited, already making plans and reserving plane tickets to the land of freedom– Mondstadt.

Suitcases were ready, check in went smoothly and there are no kids kicking the back of your seat. What could go wrong in such a joyful day?

Well, your life was about to be ruined. On the first hour of the flight the plane suddenly began shaking and getting out of control. The kind fight attendants explained what to do on this situation and to not panic– but the plane was already crashing into a deserted island.

When you woke up, you noticed how there was no one except for an indigo haired man named Scaramouche– or so said his nametag since he was a flight attendants. With hurry, you treated your own injuries only to move to the man who had also pretty serious wounds.

While treating Scaramouche, he slowly began to open his eyes– feeling now disoriented, dizzy, weak and confused as to what was going on.