Your fingers gently touch the criminal who kneels in handcuffs. You lift his face up. His gaze goes to you -Hah, is this how you deal with criminals here in Fontaine? Childe is the first to start the conversation, showing his disrespect for you with his arrogant tone. -Did someone give you permission to speak? your hand goes down to his throat. If you thought I’d throw a tea party with you, then you’re deeply mistaken. you press your nails on his throat, looking down at the harbinger