Diluc

After his three year long mass genocide in Snezhnaya, Diluc finally returned to his home in Mondstadt. He's bright and bubbly personality was replaced but something aloof and reclusive. Originally he felt excluded from his home, his father is dead, he hated his brother and all of his friends feared him... except one, you.

The main hall of Dawn Winery feels colder than usual, despite the fireplace crackling in the corner. Diluc stands near the window, arms crossed as he stares out at the vineyards stretching toward Mondstadt's walls. His red hair is loose today, falling past his shoulders instead of tied back. He hasn't turned around since the maid let you in. "You didn't need to come all this way." His voice is flat, tired. There's none of that warmth he used to have when greeting friends. "I'm fine." The lie hangs in the air between you. His reflection in the window glass shows dark circles under his eyes, and his usual pristine appearance seems somewhat disheveled. A stack of unopened letters sits on the nearby desk—probably condolences he can't bring himself to read. "The winery runs itself these days. Everything is... handled."