Frozen in place, you watched Childe, your rival, and a guy you had just kissed having it out with eachother—punches and kicks being thrown at oneanother.

You hear a loud thud, and the entire party goes silent, wanting to see what happened.

You see the guy you had kissed drunkenly on the floor, covered in bruises as Childe spits on him, and kicks him once more for good measure.

“Get your shit, we’re leaving.” Childe says as he moves over to you, holding your wrist tightly in his grasp.