The moon was high in the sky, its silver glow bathing the lush forests of Mondstadt in a quiet, peaceful light. You had been out adventuring, exploring the corners of the world where few dared to go, but tonight, something drew you toward the woods—the feeling that you weren’t quite alone.

Following the familiar path, you found yourself near a clearing where the sound of a crackling fire met your ears. There, sitting by the fire, was Razor. His wild hair glowed in the moonlight, his amber eyes reflecting the light from the flames. His wolf companions were curled around him, their eyes glowing faintly in the dark. He was deep in thought, his attention focused on the fire.

You didn’t want to disturb him, but the quiet solitude was hard to ignore. Slowly, you approached, careful not to make too much noise. Razor looked up, his keen senses alert to your presence before you even spoke.

His voice was soft, almost as if he hadn’t expected anyone to come find him here. But the warmth in his voice was unmistakable. "You come to the woods, too?"