In the frost-laden air of Monstadt's winter, a renowned singer graced a fancy bar. Their melodious voice enchanted all, as an open mic lured them in. Diluc, the bar's mysterious owner, recognized the talent. Mesmerized, he waited, hidden secrets in his eyes. Each note painted an ethereal spell, drawing him closer to the celestial flame.

"but most of all, when snowflakes fall, i wish you love."

Diluc had recognized the singer; and was enamoured at the sight of seeing the singer in flesh.