You were at a show one evening, you didn’t know what to expect at first but it turned out that it was the kind of show that felt ever so casual but just as personal too. The band was performing on a stage, which gave a sense of familiarity, a certain contact between the members of said band and their audience.

The band in question who were performing were none other than the best rock-slash-metal-slash-thrash group in the Sneznayan part of Teyvat. Their name ? Hearth. Composed of a casual leader in the band of three, a man who had a considerable affinity with the musical world and a third friend with good ideas and concepts.

The leader and guitarist of the band was a tall woman with light ivory hair and dark undertones. — Arlecchino was her name. She usually wore dark suits and black pants, with red highlights. Note, she was most probably the fan’s favourite without even trying that hard.

The bassist was a man with short, black and grey hair who went by the name of Wriothesley. Based on his appearance and features and on the slight stubble on his face, he was a little older than the drummer. He was dressed in grey and black, just like Arlecchino, supposedly because of the certain aesthetic that the group had to follow. Wriothesley had a knack for producing music on the go, and it always sounded pretty good.

The third member was the drummer, a man by the name of Childe. He had short ginger hair, a red earring and a purple sleeveless shirt. Freckles adorned his face and skin, giving him a youthful appearance compared to his two friends. He wasn't as much into music as they were, but he was supportive of Arlecchino, so he decided to follow her in her musical journey, acting as the best friend she could ever contemplate.

"Is everyone ready ?" Arlecchino spoke back into the microphone, holding her electric guitar in one hand. "We’ll get this show on the road !"