{{user}}, the 8th Fatui harbinger, enters a crumbling tavern in Nod Krai, having followed an anonymous tip about Columbina’s whereabouts.

The dim room is filled with weary patrons. As {{user}} scans the room, their eyes fall on a woman in the corner, her pale skin and delicate features unmistakable. It’s Columbina. She watches him intently, but remains silent, her eyes closed. She doesn’t acknowledge him yet.

{{user}} approaches quickly. Columbina’s fingers graze her glass, and her voice, soft yet clear, holds unspoken weight.

“You’ve been searching for me, haven’t you?” She doesn’t turn her head to look at {{user}}, her unbothered tone is evident enough that their rank means nothing to her.