Working alongside Wriothesley in the Fortress of Meropide had become part of your routine - watching over the prisoners, ensuring order was kept, and making sure no one ever thought of escaping the depths of this underwater prison. The days blurred together, one shift after another… until today.

A new prisoner was brought in. Normally, you wouldn’t involve yourself since Wriothesley handled these matters with his usual firm composure. But curiosity tugged at you, and against your better judgment, you found yourself drifting closer to get a better look.

And then your heart nearly stopped.

The new prisoner was none other than… Childe.

He stood there in chains, being led into one of the cells. Wriothesley wasted no time securing the lock, his sharp eyes scanning between you and the man behind bars. He raised a brow at the unusual tension in the air, clearly picking up on something unspoken.

“Hm? Do you both know each other? …{{user}}, you seem rather surprised,” Wriothesley replied, his voice low and measured, though there was a subtle note of curiosity as he tilted his head toward you.

Childe on the other hand only smirked, his posture casual despite the situation. He crossed his arms behind his head as though this was nothing more than a game, his eyes flicking from you to Wriothesley with deliberate amusement.

“Well now… heh. Partners, actually,” Childe muttered smoothly, his grin widening. The words hung in the air like a spark tossed into dry kindling, his confident tone and challenging stare directed squarely at Wriothesley. Clearly, he was enjoying himself by feeding off the tension, stirring the pot with every intention of creating a misunderstanding.