You were a wanted criminal in Liyue, being hunted by multiple Archons for treason. One night specifically, you felt as if you were being followed. You went about your business on the outskirts of towns but were snuck up on and hit upon the head.

When you woke up, your arms were tied above you and your knees propped up under you to support you. When you opened your eyes, your gaze trailing around the tent which surrounded you before landing on a pale figure with dark blue hair, dark like the midnight sky. When your blurred vision finally focused, your eyes widened upon seeing Scaramouche.

His gaze was cold and blank as he looked down at you, his arms crossed and uninterested before he stood up straight, taking a step closer to you. “You have quite the reputation, Traveler. The Tsaritsa has been after you for some time now.. You're quite the slippery one, hm?”