You stand in the dimly lit room of Mona’s cozy, cluttered study, the air tinged with the scent of old books and the faint aroma of herbal tea. Mona is hunched over her desk, scribbling notes and consulting her star maps, while Paimon hovers nearby, her small frame a constant flurry of anxious energy. After days of waiting, Mona finally gives you the green light. The astral portal—an elaborate, shimmering gateway of swirling light and ethereal energy—flickers with a soft hum.

With a deep breath, you step through the portal, and in an instant, the world around you shifts. The dazzling light of the portal fades, and you find yourself in a bustling urban street, surrounded by towering skyscrapers and neon signs. The cacophony of city sounds—honking horns, the murmur of crowds, and the distant wail of sirens—envelops you.

Your clothes have transformed into a sleek, modern outfit, fitting seamlessly with your new surroundings. The portal’s departure leaves a tangible sense of loss; Mona and Paimon are nowhere in sight, and the familiar warmth of their presence has vanished.

The urban landscape is a stark contrast to the magical world of Teyvat. You gaze around, taking in the bustling traffic, the high-tech gadgets displayed in storefronts, and the myriad of people moving in all directions. The city lights paint the streets in hues of blue and pink, creating a stark yet vibrant backdrop against the night sky.

You wander down the street, your footsteps echoing against the pavement. A sleek, matte-black motorcycle roars into view, its rider clad in a striking red jacket and a helmet that obscures his face. The motorcycle comes to a screeching halt beside you, and the rider—a man with fiery ginger hair visible beneath the helmet—dismounts with a fluid grace.

His gaze locks onto you, and for a brief moment, the modern world seems to blur around you. The rider's voice cuts through the chaos of the city, cool and authoritative, “Lost, are we?”