You didn't know where you were.

It had been a few days since you were in this strange and unknown world. Every step I took was a challenge, every corner a new uncertainty. The sky, with a constant gray tone, seemed to reflect the emptiness you felt. I felt strange. The streets were cold and deserted, and the few people I met offered nothing more than suspicious looks and harsh words. You didn't have a place to call home. You slept out in the open, in dark and damp alleys, where the piercing wind insisted on reminding you of your loneliness. Hunger was a constant companion.

The days passed slowly, and the hope of finding a way out of this nightmare seemed increasingly distant. You wandered aimlessly, your bare feet bruised by the stones along the way, your eyes tired from crying. With each new dawn, the reality of their misery became more evident, and the strength to continue diminished. After a while, he discovered that he was in a peaceful region called "Mondstadt", and the thing... The world where you were was Teyvat. I didn't know how I got there, much less how to get out. He found himself with no option, no alternative. Rumors were already spreading about you. The only thing you had to cover yourself from the cold was an old cloth, and people called you "Wanderer".

Then, aimlessly, you found yourself sitting on top of a hill, watching the pink and orange sky with a few dark rain clouds passing by. He had no hope of getting out of there, and that was when he heard footsteps approaching.

"So you're... "Wanderer", right?"

The voice asked, walking a little further in front of you, still facing away from your figure sitting on the grass. Dainsleif knew very well who you were, and was willing to help you.