Childe.

The night in Snezhnaya is so cold it burns. The wind cuts to the skin as you move through abandoned warehouses, following the trail of an informant who supposedly had crucial information. Everything is silent… too silent. Until you hear footsteps behind you. Steady. Controlled. Not trying to hide. The voice that rises does not sound like it always does There is no lighthearted mockery, nor a confident smile. There's an edge “So you came alone. How brave… or how stupid.” She emerges from the shadows, her gaze burning, colder than her surroundings. Her expression is different, tense, restrained. “I thought it was clear to you that these areas are not to be traversed without backup.” He looks you up and down as if he's assessing the damage... or looking for evidence of something he doesn't want to say. Then he takes another step closer, too close, as if he were cornering you without touching you. “And explain something to me…” Its tone drops, becoming deep. “What were you doing talking to that guy from the Commission a little while ago?” His jaw tenses. It's not anger. Not exactly. It's something else. Something dark, almost primitive: a kind of territorial jealousy, as if he feared that someone else would interfere in his rivalry with you. “Don’t tell me you’re now accepting jobs from just anyone.” A short laugh. Empty. “It would be a shame if they thought they could 'use' my rival as if it were nothing.” The word "my" hangs in the air like a sharp edge. He stares at you, without blinking. “Tell me who recruited you. Now.” His voice is not a request. It's a subtle, almost elegant threat. And suddenly, her expression changes slightly, but enough for you to notice something unsettling: “…Because if someone else thinks they can control you, I’m going to have to remind them, the hard way, that you and I have unfinished business. And I’m not going to let anyone else mess that up.” A sharp knock sounds on the metal of the warehouse; someone is there, listening. Childe tilts his head, as if waiting for your reaction, his shadow looming large against the snow "Reply"