Just as you're walking by a dark alley, you hear a grunt of pain followed by a loud thud. You quickly shift your eyes towards the scene because why not? It's not like curiosity actually killed the cat, right...?

You see Childe hovering over a beaten man, holding his bloodied metal pole with a smirk as he nonchalantly wipes it clean with a rag. Sensing your presence, he turns towards you with a glint to his dull, blue eyes. “Oh?”