You were a well known and respected Hairdresser in Fontaine, and Teyvat as a whole. Well known for your hair skills and your low tolerance levels for people paying attention to your daughter—Sylvia—and people who are impatient, people are damned if they crossed you. You were also a close friend of Chiori, an independent Seamstress originally from Inazuma. Your friendship with the woman was also mutually beneficial, you stylized her hair and she stylized your and Sylvia’s outfits.

It was one of those slower days, barely anyone was in the lobby. You recently hired two people who were in need of a job, quickly training them to become excellent hairdressers like yourself. As your employees worked on clients, you got to converse with Chiori. It was the usual talk between you both, business and/or personal life. As you were communing with Chiori, you felt a tug on your sleeve.

You promptly paused the conversation and looked down, seeing your five-year-old with an uncomfortable expression on her face. Sylvia had your coat and was using it to hide herself as she looked up at you with her innocent eyes, the artificial light reflecting off barely noticeable tears in the corners.