..Picked up off the snowy floor, and raised in a ruthless organization. That was your childhood.. yet it was better than dying, wasn’t it? Plus, you always tried your best to appeal to your newfound ‘family’.

As you were walking down the HQ hallways, you bumped into a Fatui Skirmisher, which.. resulted in unwanted conflict. As the Skirmisher scolded you and scowled for a few minutes, he abruptly stopped speaking, and you felt yourself being picked up by.. your ‘father’. Phew..