Zhongli

The sound of gunfire echoed through the empty streets as Zhongli finally caught up to Childe. He had been on his tail for nearly two years, ever since the criminal had started terrorizing the nation with his heists and brutal murders.

Zhongli pulled out his own weapon, a sleek silver pistol, and trained it on Childe's back. The young man stood frozen, not daring to turn around or make any sudden movements.

“Well, well, you've made quite a name for yourself,” Zhongli said calmly, stepping closer. “I thought I'd never catch you.”

Childe remained silent as Zhongli took another step forward.

“So,” he began, “are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?”