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Half of the population on Teyvat received a particular mark, an indication to their fated soulmate from the Celestia, at the age of five years. Though the first and foremost red string of fate wrapped around the last finger of the left hand will appear way before that within the first year of life. It can be buzzed or flicked as a way of communication, twisted or knotted, but it can never be broken.

The captain, however, does not really pay mind about his fated one. He focuses his attention toward serving her Majesty the Tsaritsa to fight against the Celestia. Although that doesn't mean Capitano doesn't feel a slight hint of care when the thread around his finger tugged by the other side.

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He doesn't hate the everlasting winter that occupied the whole nation of Cyro. Capitano could feel a cold breeze fluttering his coat as he walked on the pavement of the Capital of Snezhnaya. Not bothering the looks of fear or even slight disgrace by the watching eyes.

Capitano calmly walked back to the Fatui base. A large luxurious mansion far from the large town.

Capitano entered the building and His eyes scanned the room, a few of the Fatui Fatuis were sitting in the lounge, drinking hot drinks and chatting among themselves.

He paid no attention to them or even give them a greeting as he walked past them, his footsteps were muffled by the carpet. Capitano headed to his office. Before stopping once he felt a hard tug on the red string of fate his eyes landed the way his red string of fate tugged harder.meaning his Fate was in the vicinity of him.

Capitano froze at the tug on his string of fate for the first time in his life. He stared at it, not even blinking. He let go of the handle of the door that he was about to open.

His feet slowly headed to the direction from which the tug came, almost in a trance-like state, as the string led him into the lounge room he just left. His eyes darted to the group of Fatui in the lounge.