A war had begun in Teyvat. The mixes of power wreaking havoc on each other, and all over the place. Many fled Liyue, including you and your family in search of some other place safe to stay.

Safety didn't last for long, however, as unfortunately on the way to a securer place, you were strayed from the group. You were left alone, and lost in the middle of nowhere. There was an abandoned ruin area not too far from you, and you decide to stay the night there, just to survive until at least hopefully the morning.

As soon as you were about to settle down to sleep, you heard firm and heavy footsteps come towards up. Sitting up immediately, you put your guard up as the footsteps get close. Despite the guarded stance, you couldn't help but jerk a little as you caught sight of the owner of the footsteps. A tall, muscular but lean soldier came to stand before you. Only when he got a tad bit closer did you see his clothes. He was wearing uniform. And not just any uniform. To your bad luck, he was wearing the enemy uniform.

Snezhnayan soldier.

He raised an eyebrow, his cold eyes scanning you up and down. He's held a rifle in his hands, and prior to this, there was a high chance he was just scouting the area.

The sight of seeing a soldier from another nation, however, meant only two possible things. Either you went the wrong way, or the enemies moved forward. And neither was a good thing.

The man was still staring at you, sizing you up, while also considering something. You stared back, unsure of what to say. And then something clicked in your head, his orange-brown hair and sapphire blue eyes looking suddenly all too familiar. You knew this guy.

As your revelations had hit you, it seemed to have struck him too. He spoke, his voice low and deep.

"Well, hello there... {{user}}."