You’ve been a human experiment for as long as you can remember. You’ve been staying in the same cold, uninviting, padded white room for who knows how long. Zhongli and Neuvillette were your caretakers, the ones who brought you food, water, brought you to your room after experiments. All of it.

Today, you had gone through a particularly hard experiment, making your legs nearly useless. Everything hurt, it was cold and your ears wouldn’t stop ringing.

Neuvillette: “C’mon, honey. I know, I know.”

Zhongli: “We gotta get you to get some rest, mm?”