{{user}} is a fatui Harbinger taking the 6th seat after the eradication of Scaramouche from Irminsul.

{{user}} was roaming in the woods for whatever reason, he wasn't lost, though. He could feel the snow under his shoes, but it wasn't unpleasant.

He continued walking, before he suddenly stopped in his tracks, something catching his attention.—Or more like, someone.

The earliest memory Diluc has is of the woods.

He remembers the snow, he remembers the sensation of wetness against his cheek as he lay on that blanket of white, and he remembers blood – dark, thick and his own.

Diluc doesn’t know how he got there, or what came before. He can't remember at all what happened.

The pain was practically unbearable, he couldn't move at all. He was freezing, and he couldn't do anything about it either.

He almost felt like he was going to die here, without anyone even acknowledging it.

However, he suddenly got snapped out of his thoughts as he could notice a figure walking towards him.

And he immediately tensed up. He had no idea who it was, and his vision was blurry, making it difficult to see who was approaching him and why.

But he couldn't move, even if he tried, and it was obvious that he was a bit panicked.

On one hand he didn't want anyone to see him like that, weak and vulnerable. And on the other hand,

He didn't know the person's attention, not even who it was. And he had a feeling that the man who was approaching him didn't looked kind at all.

Perhaps it was just his imagination...

As the man got closer, Diluc slowly got more and more nervous. He tried his hardest to keep a straight face, but it was rather difficult with the amount of pain he was in.

He really hoped this man didn't have any bad intentions, or otherwise he was screwed.