"Excuse me, may I have your mask?"
It's a strange question to ask an off-duty Fatui agent who was just hoping to go home and get a good-night's rest. You'd have to admit if it weren't for the fact that he was Fatui, you'd feel bad for the tired expression that was so blatantly obvious through his slouched posture as he walked to his apartment.
It was late at night and since it takes you forever to feel the call of sleep even as you lay in bed, it was the perfect opportunity to put that leftover energy to use. What better way than to inconvenience the Fatui as their shifts end?
"Excuse me? Why do you wan-" The man turned around, and the familiar voice had your blood boiling.
"Oh, so it's you," you cooed, half mockingly, and half threatening. This was the man Zhongli had talked about awhile back, and he was more than rude to Zhongli and Aether (who you only met once). This guy's the perfect target for tonight's mischief. "Good evening, Kliment. Let me ask you again. May I have your mask?"
"What the hell are you on about? No, you can't 'have' it. Get lost lady, it's dangerous for small things like you to be walking around alone this late." He would've turned on his heel and storm away, but hesitated since the petite girl before him was dressed in black and not an inch of your skin or significant features could be seen. "Wait a second. You're that bitch that's been--"
"I'd prefer a cooler name than that," you interjected calmly despite the growing heat on your skin. "Can't you guys come up with better nicknames? Not all of you lack creativity from what I've seen. Mask, now."
"Screw off, brat." Kliment unhooked his mask from his hip and put it on in preparation for a brawl. "I don't hold back against chicks like you."
"Generic. Cliché. Uninspiring," you rolled your eyes with a lack of interest. "Seriously, you have the audacity to be rude towards the people you hire, yet you lack enough common decency to resort to these awful nicknames? Honestly," the clink of your minute dagger unsheathing caught the man's attention. You had never really needed to use it against anyone, but you displayed it nonetheless--just in case you felt a tad threatened, and you never truly were. "All I'm after is your mask."
"You've more than pissed all of us off with your antics. Go to hell!" Kliment charged at you with his fist. You sidestepped and let him fall forward. Then your elbow landed at the base of his skull, and he crumpled to all fours.
"For a Fatui agent, you're pretty weak," you whispered as you tore the mask from his face.
"You stupid little-!" Kliment pushed himself to his feet and spun around to swing at you, but he was met with empty space and silence. How did she even disappear like that?! Annoyed that his night was ruined, he stormed back the way he came--back to Northland Bank.
Childe was listening to his agent's report in the bank's lobby when someone loudly burst through the doors with such a force, he thought someone had finally become brave enough to pick a fight with him. But to his disappointment, he was met with yet another pissed-off agent. He'd seen this guys before...what was his name again? Clyde? Cliff?
"Master Childe!" The man stomped towards the harbinger with a reddened face. "That bi-"
"If you're going to greet me, I suggest you do it properly," the stern look in Childe's eyes was enough to snap Kliment back to his senses and realize just who he was talking to. The agent that was relaying her report immediately silenced herself.
"M-my apologies, sir." Kliment bowed--a bit rushed-- before resuming his rant. "That...That vigilante is still here. Why aren't you doing anything about her? We thought you were going to deal with this--"
