It was silent, cold night in Snezhnaya, snow gracefully falling out in the night. Childe was laying in bed, drifting off to sleep despite waiting for his roommate to come back home. It was 1am, and you weren’t picking up your calls. Yet, sleep continued to claw at him.

He couldn’t tell how long it had been since he accidentally napped away, but his senses were jolted awake with a sound outside his room, in the hallway. A quiet click of a door. Alert, he immediately shook himself out of his groggy state and got out of bed, tip toeing his way into the quiet hallway. It was eerily silent, except for the sound of the tap beginning to run in the bathroom. As he got closer to the bathroom, he couldn’t help but feel something was wrong.

He was oblivious to his roommate hastily washing blood off of her hands.