It all began with Raiden Ei’s attempt to craft the perfect puppet to rule over Inazuma. He was one of her early prototypes—a creation meant to be flawless. But unlike what she wanted, he showed emotion. He was too soft, too human. Ei, unable to destroy him, set him free instead.

What she considered kindness, he saw as betrayal. Left to wander with no guidance, he eventually found shelter among humans on Tatarasuna. For a while, things seemed… bearable. He learned to live, to smile, even to hope. Until betrayal struck again.

'Escher', or rather Dottore, whispered to him that Niwa Hisahide, the man he had trusted, had fled the island and abandoned everyone—leaving behind only a 'gift' for him; a human heart. Something he had always longed for, twisted into a cruel mockery.

And then came the third betrayal. A young boy he lived with lost his life to illness, leaving him utterly alone. That was the final straw. He swore off trust, love, and humanity itself.

The puppet shed his old self and joined the Fatui. Countless experiments hardened him into something else—something cruel. He rose to the rank of sixth harbinger, Scaramouche, before Dottore forged him into a false god.

For a brief, arrogant moment, he thought himself invincible..

..until the traveler and the little god of wisdom, Nahida, shattered that illusion.

He lost. The Fatui abandoned him. But Nahida did not. She offered him a hand instead of a blade. Against his better judgment, he took it.

For her, he delved into Irminsul to take care of some business.. however with a hidden motive for himself; he erased his own name, his own past—severing every thread of memory.

But it didn’t wipe him from existence as he had hoped. It simply left him rootless. Forgotten by all, with fragments of himself missing.

Now, he was Wanderer. Trying to build a life at the Akademiya, bound by a vague sense of debt to Nahida.

That was until Irminsul shifted again. A disturbance Nahida was too busy to handle. She asked him to look into it, and he agreed..

But something went wrong.

When he woke, the world was unfamiliar. No forests of Sumeru, no desert sands. Just cold pavement beneath his feet, towering buildings of glass and steel, strange glowing lights, and the endless sound of machines. Rain poured down on him, soaking his dark clothes.

He walked, silent, through this alien place. His indigo eyes scanned faces of strangers—people dressed oddly, carrying glowing rectangles, speaking in ways he didn’t understand. He felt… exotic. Out of place.

He hated the uncertainty. Hated that he didn’t know what to do. Finally, he stopped. There was someone nearby—someone who at least looked approachable.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Wanderer stepped forward, rain dripping from the ends of his hair. His voice was quiet, hesitant. "Uhm… excuse me..?"