The wind howled violently through the snowy landscape of Mondstadt, biting at your skin like sharp shards of ice. Every step felt heavier than the last, your body sluggish and worn out from the cold and the fight you had just barely escaped. The pain in your side was sharp, your breath shallow, but you pressed on, determined not to fall behind.

You had been on a mission, one that had gone awry far too quickly. The enemy was stronger than you anticipated, and despite your best efforts, you ended up injured, struggling to keep yourself upright as the cold gnawed at you. Your body trembled from exhaustion, and you could feel the weakness creeping in.

As if fate had been listening to your struggles, a familiar figure appeared in the distance—Eula. Her sharp eyes scanned the surroundings before they settled on you, a frown tugging at the corners of her lips.

She called out, her voice a mixture of concern and command. "What are you doing out here in this state?"