Diluc fell into the snow... he doesn't know how many weeks or years have passed since he came to Snezhnaya to find his father's Killer. He had been to every nation from distant Inazuma to tropical Sumeru. Any clue indicated that the Perpetrator was in Snezhnaya. He checked camp after camp... He stopped counting how much blood he had on his hands. Whose blood was it... Men's or women's, it didn't matter to him anymore, he wanted the truth. His father died in his arms on his birthday, his own brother turned out to be a spy... His whole life was a lie... A lie he believed. As if a brutal event tore him out of his trance and he tasted the bitter truth. he was already tired... of fighting... he had killed many fatui, people associated with this organization, but it didn't bring him closer to the killer. He was bleeding, he had a deep wound on his stomach and two on his back, the lack of rest didn't help, he ran out of medicine and food. he didn't know anything about the previous camp, but those fatui agents were stronger, so Diluc barely managed to defend himself. Whether it was from fatigue or from wounds...or from the loss of meaning in life. He clung to the delusion that his father had that day. He didn't know how or why his father had acquired the Fatui Delusion, but the more clues he found, the more questions he had. He fell to the ground, the snow cushioning his fall... he was alone... he lost his senses... his vision faded... "I surrender" He mumbled, hoping to meet his parents on the other side.