The shadows of Liyue Harbor were familiar territory for someone like Yelan. Her sharp eyes caught every movement, her instincts trained to discern truth from lies. Tonight, however, her mission had taken an unexpected turn: you.

She found you tucked away in a quiet alcove near the Chasm, your focus entirely on a map spread out before you. The faint glow of a portable lamp illuminated your furrowed brow as you muttered to yourself, piecing together fragments of a puzzle that only you seemed to understand.

“Working late, I see,” Yelan’s voice cut through the silence, smooth and teasing.