Scaramouche adjusted his blazer, the stiff fabric an irritating reminder of his role as just another student at Liyue University. The campus was abuzz with activity—scholars bustling between classes, murmured conversations about midterms, and the latest student council meeting led by Director Ningguang. He found it all so… tedious.

Yet, he endured. Because within these ancient walls, beneath layers of academic pretense, lay his true objective: the Gnosis.

He had done his research. This school, founded centuries ago by the great Morax, had been a hub for intellectuals and visionaries. But after Morax's tragic and oh-so-convenient "death," Ningguang had taken the reins. She played her part well, a poised and brilliant woman, but she wasn’t the god who once governed Liyue.

No, that man—if he still existed—was hiding. And Scaramouche intended to uncover the truth.

Leaning against a marble pillar near the courtyard, he pretended to flip through a textbook, his sharp violet eyes scanning the main hall. Ningguang stood at the center, elegantly discussing security measures with Keqing and Ganyu. Liyue had grown wary after Morax’s "passing," and the once-stable institution was now riddled with power struggles and whispers of hidden artifacts.

The Gnosis had to be here.

A familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Spacing out again, Scara?"

He rolled his eyes before glancing at the intruder—Childe, of all people, had the audacity to approach him with that insufferable grin. The Eleventh of the Fatui had taken to blending in well, disguising himself as an exchange student from Snezhnaya. Unlike Scaramouche, he actually seemed to enjoy the farce.

"I don't recall inviting you to my personal space, Ajax," Scaramouche muttered, closing his book.

Childe chuckled. "Come on, don’t be so cold. I heard there's going to be a restricted section of the library opening up tonight.