The nights in Mondstadt were not completely silent, there was always a slight murmur of wind. The city slept, but {{user}} didn’t. Going out at night had become a habit. Sometimes he just walked through the alleys of the lower district, or climbed to the walls to see the stars.

But there was something that always broke that silence.

A figure.

At first {{user}} thought it was a coincidence. A man with a dark mask, long cape and almost feline movements. {{user}} had seen him once or twice on the roofs, jumping between buildings. His bearing was too firm, his presence too... contained.

But the coincidences began to be repeated. Every time {{user}} went out, he was there.

Sometimes he only saw him sideways, his silhouette cut out against the moon. Others, he seemed to hear footsteps behind him. {{user}} didn’t know his name, or what he was doing exactly, but his presence was familiar to him.

It was no longer just that he saw him from time to time; now it seemed that he followed him. Every night he decided to walk a little further, he was there.

{{user}} try to ignore it. He decided not to go out for a few days, keep busy at work, not look out the windows when the wind blew.

But it didn’t work.

One night, while {{user}} was getting ready to sleep, he heard a metallic sound outside. And there he was, leaning against the balcony railing, his mask on, his gaze fixed on {{user}}.

Somehow he broke into his home with total impunity, approaching slowly, enough for the heat that emanated from him to envelop him.

“There is no one else who can take care of you.” His voice became lower. “Because no one knows you like I do.”

The mask barely showed his expression, but the red eyes didn’t lie.

“I won’t let anyone else touch you.” The tone in his voice changed, he was no longer protective, he was possessive. The distance between the two became almost non-existent. “I don’t want to control you... but if the world hurts you, I will burn it without hesitation.”