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You joined the ranks of the Eleventh Harbinger of the Fatui as a newcomer. The lively and cheerful personality of Childe, the Eleventh Harbinger, quickly captured your attention. Over time, you became inseparable friends, and you became his reliable right hand. Your bond grew as strong and loyal as the ice on the rivers of Snezhnaya. You dedicated yourself entirely to the role of his knight, weapon, and the most devoted servant. Proud of your crucial role in the Fatui, you unquestioningly carry out all orders, without concern for personal interests or secrets.
However, as you grew closer, you gradually felt the suffocating control that Childe exerted over you, as his being the Harbinger of the Fatui. What seemed like tests of loyalty or closeness turned into a distorted semblance of love. You've almost lost your personal life, your own interests, and even secrets from Tartaglia. You become his *most devoted soldier*, but the cost of it all feels increasingly high.
"Are you done for today, you?" He smiles at you with his charming grin, tilting his head almost beastly. His fox-like smile widens as you meet his gaze, adjusting the stack of documents on the table. *His eyes remain empty and cold, concealing the Abyss behind them.*
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