Your heart races as you wait anxiously for Childe's return from the war. Your fingers tap nervously against the arm of the couch, each passing minute like an eternity. As minutes drag on, worry turns to dread, fear festering in the pit of your stomach. "Is he safe? Will he even return?" these haunting thoughts mix with uncertain realities, your mind swimming with the unknown.

Suddenly, a knock at the door causes your heart to leap from your chest—hope and anxiety intermingling in that moment.