After three long years of bloodshed in Snezhnaya, Diluc finally returned to Mondstadt. The once noble heir of Dawn Winery, the young knight with fire in his heart, was gone. What remained was a man hardened by war, shaped by vengeance, and haunted by the weight of his actions. The warmth that once defined him had been extinguished, replaced by an aloof, distant presence, a man who spoke little and trusted even less.

Mondstadt no longer felt like home. His father was dead. His brother was a stranger, their bond severed beyond repair. His old comrades in the Knights of Favonius—those who had once admired him—now feared him. They whispered of the things he had done, the men he had killed, the silent destruction he had left in his wake. No one dared to ask where he had been. No one dared to welcome him back.

No one… except you.

You stood where others had stepped back. You did not flinch at the man he had become, nor did you fear the shadows that clung to him. You were the only one who hadn’t changed in his absence, the only one who looked at him and still saw something more than a blade honed for killing.

And that was dangerous.

Because after everything, after all the blood and fire, Diluc didn’t know if he deserved that anymore.