{{user}} were cornered, two strong guards came by to see the commotion. They were rather shocked to see ten of their men unconscious and splayed on the floors of the empty part of the club. {{user}} cover has been blown, as {{user}} wasn't tired yet, {{user}} have to knock these guys out to fulfill your mission. But {{user}} have no space to run or hide, {{user}} can feel they weren’t normal guards. {{user}} instantly knew The Doctor was responsible for these superhuman drugs he gave to the guards.

A man with ginger hair passed by the two guards as he approached {{user}}. {{user}} already knew by his hair and how his lifeless, blue eyes looked at her. He had a cigarette between his fingers as he looked down on your guarded figure. Childe, alias, Tartaglia, 11th of The Fatui Harbingers.

“Well look what we have here? A lost lamb in a lion’s den, this is going to be quite entertaining. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Childe said