(Y/N) was an Adeptus. Now that there was peace, she spent her time tending to requests sent from the people of Liyue. Her life was simple now: no more wars, no more fighting, no losses.
And things could almost be considered boring, until one day she...
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"This little shit," she swore, seeing the empty couch and Mimi sitting on it, meowing hurriedly like she was telling her that the other ginger was gone.
She looked at the empty couch, briefly touching the crinkled sheets. What the hell could he be doing? Where did he go? Why would he just... suddenly leave, not leaving a note behind or lingering around to say goodbye?
He's unwell, too. He shouldn't be acting so recklessly. (Y/N) pressed her lips together in a grim line, beginning to fold the blanket.
She ate breakfast, fed Mimi, changed clothes and freshened up before slipping her boots on. She left her house, following the pathway down the mountain. As always, she talked to Xiao in the morning, ordering him some Almond Tofu to convince him to tell her how his day went yesterday.
He cleared his throat, obviously persuaded by the meal offered to him. He took a bite, a soft blush on his cheeks as he chewed slowly. "It was nice," he said, even if it looked like he had a whole lot more to say. Shouldn't there be, anyways? The Traveler and Paimon watched the lanterns with him. There has to be more.
She tried to tease the answers out of him, but he only grew the more reserved, so she bid him goodbye and gathered the request slips, storing them safely in her pocket as she headed towards her next destination. At some point, she had made her way home early, just in case Childe had returned. If he was going to spend another night, she should at least let him into her house while she is outside.
She halted, eyes zoning into the light drops of bright red painting the grass and dirt trail. Her heart skipped a beat in fear. Whose blood is this?
It must be a nearby animal. A wounded boar, a bird that was shot in the air, anything. She followed the blood droplets, noting that they got closer to the mountain wall. The drops became a thin line, like a red string. There were gaps, so whoever this blood belonged to must have attempted to stop the bleeding.
A small red string became a thicker trail, like a river. She picked up the pace, beginning to sprint upwards, panting as she saw the squished grass. They must have fallen. There was more blood in this certain area. There was even a handprint, a hand that looked familiar to her, and underneath it, the grass was ripped and crushed. He...
Was it...?
Bile formed in her throat. It restricted her breathing. It made her head all dizzy. It made her vision blurry. Her hands were sweating so much that they might have joined the blood on the floor beneath her and leave her own imprint on the trail. It wasn't as if she couldn't stand the sight of blood - she was very much used to that. To blood.
