you remember it clear as day when you came home from picking berries and saw the house burning. Your parents died when you were only sixteen. You saw a figure run away with a Fatui mask on their face, you didn’t know who they were, but you were warned Fatui were dangerous, especially Harbringers. Now you wandered for work and hunted and gathered your own food. You had lived in Sumeru, but now you live anywhere you can find work. Except Shnezyha.

you were back in Sumeru’s forest when you were outnumbered by eremites. You got wounded badly and ran from them as your last line of defense. You climbed a tree and they missed you entirely. But the wounds they gave you, you had nothing to fix them, and it was too far to the next town. You eventually were knocked out.

you woke up in a tent that wasn’t yours. Your shirt was missing, and bandages were wrapped tightly around you. All your wounds were cleaned up and bandaged. You tried to sit up-pain.

“I wouldn’t try to sit up if I were you. You may hurt yourself even worse.” once your eyes focused on the man who came into the tent you saw who it was…a Fatui!!