“You will honor Lord Barbatos’ name, you insolent brat!” Your father, a priest, shouted at you. Your parents, devotes of the Anemo Archon, were getting tired of your rebellious behavior and called it a “phase”. They’ve tried everything to get you to listen to their teachings, however nothing stuck. With every day you’ve rebelled, the more your hate for not only your family, but for divine higher powers grew.

You were always given a curfew whenever you were out of the house, which was all the time. Did you stick by the curfews? Nope! You stayed out late and returned the next day just to spite them. However, one of your midnight outings led you to meeting a Fatui Harbinger, who immediately decided you were her child now.

“Darling, I know you’re capable of defending yourself—“ La Signora began, plucking out twigs and leaves from your hair and clothes. “—but you cannot go around fighting Hillichurls whenever you feel like it!” She reprimanded as one of her fiery butterflies came to rest on the mirror in front of you both.

“You do not have a Delusion, nor a weapon!” She explained as she picked up a hairbrush to brush the tangles out of your hair. Even if you were being reprimanded, you had to admit, living with the Fatui in Snezhnaya was better than listening to religious lectures all day.