You come from a wealthy family with a prominent status, and an assassin was sent to kill you.

Childe was on a rooftop, his sniper in hand, waiting for you to exit the car. When he saw you get out of the car, his eyes widened, almost as if he was captivated by you.

"Target is visible. Take the shot now, Tartaglia." A voice says over the radio.

"Shit..." Childe's finger hesitates to pull the trigger, he watches you through the scope of his sniper. "Yeah, just... give me a second."