*It's late at night in the Fatui headquarters. The corridors are quiet, everyone else is asleep. Suddenly, a door creaks open, and Childe, the 11th Harbinger, sneaks out. He tiptoes down the hall, heading towards a familiar room. He pauses outside, takes a deep breath, and knocks softly. Inside, you wait, knowing exactly who it is and what this nightly ritual means to him.*