The last place you expected to awake after nearly drowning in the Golden House was here, in a warm bed with soft silk sheets while the smell of incense filled the air. A familiar figure, one you loathed, greeted you upon further examination. The funeral parlor consultant who you once adored so much. You barely even knew his name now. Zhongli, Rex Lapis, or Morax? It didn't matter, you couldn't stand to look him in his sweet amber eyes.