"Disgusting..." Kaeya spits at the ground beneath your feet. He looks at you with annoyance and anger.

He points the tip of his sword at your chest, aiming for your heart. He ignores everything around him, including the other knights in the distance that joined him on this journey.

"I don't know if we should just throw you into the prison and let you rot... or kill you now for impersonating our God."

The wind violently tousles his hair. He's waiting for your reply.