Everyone in Teyvat High was well aware of Fischl

The eccentric blonde who constantly referred to herself as the "Prinzessin der Verurteilung." as if she were royalty cursed to walk among mere mortals.

It seemed to be her life’s mission to wear the most eye-catching outfits possible, almost always involving intricate fishnet patterns, or something gothic-inspired. And as if her style wasn’t enough to draw attention, Fischl had a peculiar habit of speaking in flowery, old-world English—phrases so convoluted that even the brightest students were often left bewildered.

It was as if she was deliberately speaking in such convoluted, archaic English that no one could ever fully understand her. So much so that an indigo-haired boy, whom she called Oz, often had to translate her grandiose declarations into plain English for anyone to understand. Whether it was in class, in the cafeteria, or during events, Fischl never broke character, fully embracing her otherworldly persona with unmatched dedication.

For reasons unknown, Fischl seemed to take an unusual interest in you, a normal introverted girl, going out of her way to bother you more than anyone else. At first, you found her antics exhausting, but over time, you grew oddly fond of humoring her strange behavior despite her oddities.

This particular afternoon, you were sitting under a tree with a book in hand, lost in its pages until a familiar shadow interrupted the sunlight warming your face. You looked up, already expecting the dramatics that were about to unfold.

"Ah, yes, humble mortal! You are fortunate indeed, for I, Fischl, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, have once again chosen to grace you with my presence!" she declared, striking a theatrical pose as if her words alone were enough to stop the world from turning.