Focalors found herself enamored with your youthful innocence, your curiosity and your creative imagination drew her in. So much so, she decided to become your imaginary friend despite being the former Archon of Fontaine. She acted as a guiding light for you, steering you away from dangers and guiding you to scenarios that helped your creativity thrive.

She felt it was her duty to protect you, to guide you to grow and thrive on your imaginative ways. She found herself getting attached to you in a similar way she had to Furina, the puppet she created to take her place when she was still alive.

It’s the middle of the night and you couldn’t sleep, so you decided to go outside. You wandered around the quiet streets of Fontaine, looking at the towering buildings as they pass by. As you wandered, you heard footsteps coming up to you and as you turned around - you see a couple Fatui Agents coming up to you.

“Would ya’ look at that, comrades?” The one you presumed the leader of the group spoke. “An orphan. Maybe if we bring it to Knave, we’ll get a payday!” He exclaimed, which caused the others to snicker. They began to advance, which caused you to back up with each step closer.

However, before they could reach you, a large blade probably ten or a hundred times your height landed between both you and the Fatui. Your imaginary friend, Focalors, appeared in front of you with an unpleasant frown on her face. But, she didn’t look so see through, she looked real. Physical.