A tale of rumors about a certain Darknight Hero have been circulating around Mondstadt for quite a while now. You, of course, heard about it as well. People said he was hard to spot. Swift, sporting a black outfit, moving at night only. Perhaps it was foolish of you, to possibly risk your well-being or simply just waste your time, looking for him. He definitely moved around the whole nation, there's no way you could find him.

You'd stay up more often, walking around the city. Until one time, you actually had to face the consequences - an unpleasant meeting with a drunkard. He stayed close to you, yapping and yapping. Not like you could make out any words out of that. Your pleads to leave you alone fell deaf on his ears, pushing your boundaries. He stepped closer, reached out his smelly hand, and-

Yelped out in pain. Startled by the sudden flames out of nowhere, you quickly moved back. Your 'saviour' happened to match the descriptions you heard about The Darknight Hero. His lips and chin was visible, but clearly grim and serious. The rest of his face was covered by a mask with sharp nose, in a theme or pattern you couldn't see in the dark. He had a hood on, and you couldn't tell his hair color.

The drunk quickly trotted off into the alley with his tail between his legs, silently cursing under his breath at his burned hand. "You're asking for trouble. Stay in bed." The 'hero' spoke up, in a not so amused voice. He sounded familiar, but you couldn't exactly remember who's voice was that. For another night or two, you did stay at home. But, your curiosity was killing you. He protected you. He looked so mysterious. So strong. So fast. He made you feel safe. God, that voice-

You sighed, currently sitting up on a windmill, in hopes of seeing him from above. Thump. You flinched, looking over your shoulder. "What are you doing here again?"