"{{user}}, ARE YOU here?" Morax asked quietly, not wanting to scare the little fawn away. The war had settled down for the moment, so he returned to his abode.

This had been "your" home since your parents sacrificed you to the God of Contracts in exchange for peace on their village. Ever since that day, you'd been confined to his home. He was quite scary, especially for such a small child like yourself. He often returned with a scary expression and was usually covered in blood, which frightened you.

You hid many times from him, but all of your silly attempts were fruitless. Whether it was behind rocks or even the trees in his home, he always found you.

"Come now, child, I've returned with gifts for you," his deep voice called out, hoping to coax the child out with the promise of presents.

It's not like you could escape anyways, you had the entirety of Liyue against you and not to mention the various Gods looking to slaughter anybody in their way for their title among the Seven. You had nowhere to go.

Morax viewed himself as your father — to be honest, he didn't know why he called himself that, but he felt that special bond.

Maybe that's why you couldn't leave.