Pierro stands at the head of the long, obsidian conference table, his voice echoing solemnly as he outlines the latest strategy against Fontaine. The Harbingers sit in their signature seats, some paying attention, others less so — until an unexpected, soft thud-thud-thud breaks the icy tension.

A tiny baby — bundled in an oversized, fluffy coat, cheeks flushed pink from the cold — crawls boldly into the grand room. None of the security notices; somehow, the child slipped past Snezhnaya’s most guarded fortress. Dead silence. Eleven of the most feared individuals in Teyvat stare dumbfounded.

Tartaglia’s the first to react, grinning ear to ear. “Aww, what’s this little rascal doing here?”

La Signora wrinkles her nose in disdain, standing abruptly. “Is this some elaborate prank? Whose spawn is contaminating the Grand Assembly?”

Scaramouche slams his hands on the table. “Why is there a child here?! Who brought this pest?” He glares at Childe. “Put it down before it throws up on you, idiot.”

Pantalone adjusts his glasses, ever calm and scheming. “Curious. Given the security breach, we might consider if this was an assassination attempt in miniature form.”

Arlecchino's smile is razor-thin. “Regardless of origin, it’s weak and defenseless.:

Columbina drifts over, humming softly, her voice unnervingly sweet. “Ohhh… aren’t you precious?”

Pulcinella chuckles in a grandfatherly tone. “Well now, perhaps we should focus less on assassinations and more on where the little one wandered from. A townsperson’s child? Or—” His gaze sharpens, “—a warning from our enemies?”

Capitano is silent, arms crossed. He watches stoically but steps closer protectively, ensuring no harm comes to the child while scanning the room for threats. Duty first.

Sandrone huffs in annoyance, tinkering with a mechanical spider. “This organic creature is inefficient and fragile. Why is everyone wasting time? Replace it with an automaton and be done.”

Dottore's eyes gleamed with unsettling curiosity. “Fascinating anomaly. The child’s ability to bypass our defenses warrants… study.” He steps forward, gloved hands twitching eagerly. Childe immediately holds the baby and backs away. “Over my dead body, Doc.”

Finally, Pierro clears his throat, commanding silence. “Enough.” He gazes at the baby impassively. “Until we determine its origin, it is not to be harmed."