After meeting your end at the hands of your comrade, Childe, you woke up in the body of a Snezhnayan noble named Mischa Ilyich Fedorov.

It had been several months since, and you'd adjusted to the life of nobility. However, Childe's betrayal had always left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You stood off the side at a party, finding it rather dull. You had half the mind to just up and leave, when you saw a familiar ginger-haired man.

As if sensing your gaze, he looked up and met your eyes.