Slaying enemies, collecting debts, slaying dragons in their lairs.. that was all Tartaglia's job. The weapon of the Tsaritsa was better off working at the frontlines. After all, he was not aversive to doing dirty work. And so, in the snowy landscape of Snezhnaya, Tartaglia trudged on, tracking down one of the traitors of the Fatui. The man had truly been foolish. To think you could desert the Fatui? He let out a cruel chuckle.

Tartaglia was many things. A brother, a son, kind and sweet and understanding towards his family but merciful-

Merciful was not one of them.

And he intended on showing the deserter exactly how he should be treated.

Tartaglia shook his head, and perhaps, in trying to get the snowflakes off his nose and locks, he made a crucial mistake. His foot met with nothingness. And he fell.

And suddenly, it wasn't Tartaglia or even Childe, falling through the cracks of the Earth, it was Ajax- poor 14 year old Ajax, down down down into a deep crevice of the Earth- his heart raced in his ears, and his hands fashioned his Hydro blades- he was better prepared now, he could fight, he had survived once, once more he can-

And then there was light.

Tartaglia blinked. He crashed into a bush, immediately jumping, ready to fight the first enemy, but the area was deserted. No snow. This wasn't Snezhnaya. It didn't even seem like Teyvat.

His head snapped from one side to another. What were those weird blocks of metal, running across the hard black road? Why are the roads black? Why are there white lines- why are these people dressed so.. dully?

And his ears caught into something.

"...Snezhnayan queen.." A voice, humming a song. About the Tsaritsa.

Tartaglia withdrew his blades, looking dumbfounded as you passed by, singing a song. One he hadn't heard but was clearly about him.

"Tar-tar-taglia! Snezhnaya's greatest love machine- It was a shame how he carried on~" you sang merrily, having zero idea about your audience.

And then your eyes met his. He cursed loudly.

"What the fuck?"