#𝗚𝗡! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗫 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘 ✧ in which an avid player of Genshin Impact dies from complications with their health, but it's alright because now they can follow around an angry, wannabe God!
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CONTRARY to my belief, Granny was not a murderer.
After staying in her small home for a month or so, I'd found out that she was a seamstress who had a small business.
This was especially apparent after being sent to buy silk for her on multiple occasions without context.
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"THE HELL DO YOU NEED ALL THIS SILK FOR YOU OLD HAG!?"
"All these questions! I admire your curiosity, but I'd rather you fetch my silks for me, dear!'
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After a while, I'd been promoted from being a silk fetcher to a seamster myself.
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"Oh my, you certainly aren't gifted in this profession, kiddo." A sigh left the older woman's lips as she watched me attempt to stitch two pieces of cloth together.
"If you would be so kind to give me assistance rather than being a nitpicking bag of wrinkles, then that would be aMAZING!"
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Sure, our relationship was a bit of tough love, but I had become quite a skilled sewer, being able to stitch at a good pace with minimal mistakes.
"[Y/N], dear, we have a very urgent commission."
Granny walked up to the small desk I sat at, littered with threads and silks I had been practising different stitching styles on.
"Is that so? Guess you've got your work cut out for you, lady!"
She clicked her tongue in sarcastic anger as she showed me the letter.
It was pretty standard—a polite message though a little on the formal side wording wise.
What caught my eye was the diagram at the bottom. It looked to be long sashes of some sort, made of see-through black silk with intricate designs and red ropes on the sides.
It looked unlike anything people from Snezhnaya would wear.
"Soooo... what's with the creepy symbol in the corner?"
"It's a sigil of confirmation, so I know it's from the right person. Surprisingly, he's a regular here— way before I found you shrivelled up like a wet rat."
"Was that necessary?"
"Perhaps not, but that's not what's important right now. I intrust this commission to you as your first job. If you mess up, I'll know, because you'll be dead"
And with that, she walked off to the other room, where she worked herself.
I rolled my eyes at the audacity of the woman.
'She's definitely going to the care home when she's ready to kick the bucket.'
I sighed as I observed the letter more closely. The symbol wasn't really that creepy like I had previously said after looking more closely.
It was a little doll-like figure with a heart shape in its centre. It was actually quite cute.
The letter disclosed that the sashes needed to be able to be attached to a hat...
Hang on.
'A hat... doll symbol... something inside me is telling me I know who this is for.'
I put the letter down, in shock (or perhaps denial).
