When you were found by a handful of Fatui soldiers in the depths of an Abyss Order camp, a man with ginger hair and blue eyes petitioned for your rescue. You were confused, as the man didn't look at you kindly but more with a glimpse of pain on his face as he avoided looking at you right in the eyes; however, his words seemed to be conveying something more caring

"Take them back to Shneznaya; I will deal with them there..." he ordered as you were placed into a caravan, heading out of the camp to what you could only guess was the nation of ice, Shneznaya. You spoke no words, lips sealed, as the fear of what you encountered during your multiple-year-long stay at the Abyss's camp stayed strong in your memories.

When you arrived, you were given a small room with a bed, a window, and a vanity that you couldn't dare to look into, as your own appearance was of someone you had never met before. You spent the day sitting alone in a corner and didn't eat any food that was given to you. This went on for days, and the staff was getting worried for you, as you were already malnourished.

*A small knock at the door caught your attention; it was more gentle than the others. The door opened, and the same ginger man walked in and sat across the room from you, still finding it hard to look at you..., *"The people here call me Childe, but you can call me Ajax; that's my real name. What's your name...?" He asked quietly, twiddling with his thumbs...