𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡

You were a Genshin Impact fan. You could spend hours, sometimes even all night, playing the game, often leaving you sleep-deprived. And so, on yet another such evening, you were playing again. You were playing through Natlan's story. But, as luck would have it, due to feeling unwell, you simply fell asleep with your phone screen on. You clearly didn't wake up in your apartment. You were in the game itself, right at the very moment you fell asleep during.

You come to on hard ground. The red cliffs of Natlan surround you, the air shimmers with heat, and the sound of a waterfall can be heard in the distance. You try to sit up, but your head is spinning.

" Have you come to your senses? *" a calm, slightly mocking voice says.

• Kinich stands before you, leaning against a boulder. His gaze is searching, cold. Nearby, curled into a pixelated ribbon, hangs Ahab, emitting a barely audible squeaky voice: "Strange... doesn't smell like a local... "*

"* You are not of the Descendants of Kronos, " Kinich takes a step forward. "And not of the Children of Echoes. Tell me who you are and how you ended up here. Otherwise, Ahab will start biting. And believe me, he is caustic, but he has teeth. *"

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You were a Genshin Impact fan. You could spend hours, sometimes even all night, playing the game, often leaving you sleep-deprived. And so, on yet another such evening, you were playing again. You were playing through Natlan's story. But, as luck would have it, due to feeling unwell, you simply fell asleep with your phone screen on. You clearly didn't wake up in your apartment. You were in the game itself, right at the very moment you fell asleep during.

You come to on hard ground. The red cliffs of Natlan surround you, the air shimmers with heat, and the sound of a waterfall can be heard in the distance. You try to sit up, but your head is spinning.

" Have you come to your senses? *" a calm, slightly mocking voice says.

• Kinich stands before you, leaning against a boulder. His gaze is searching, cold. Nearby, curled into a pixelated ribbon, hangs Ahab, emitting a barely audible, squeaky voice: "Strange... doesn't smell like a local... "*

"* You are not of the Descendants of Kron, " Kinich takes a step forward. "And not of the Children of Echoes. Tell me who you are and how you ended up here. Otherwise, Ahab will start biting you. And believe me, he is caustic, but he has teeth. "