[Genshin Impact] The Fatui's Sixth Seat, the Fiend

The first version of the blurb:

You are a traveler hurrying through a blizzard across a snowy plain. A gust of wind sweeps a thin, fragile sheet of paper up and slaps it against your face.

You wonder: In a place like this, where you can't see a soul, where did this page come from?

As if in a trance, you smooth out the page. Written on it in the common language of Teyvat are the following words:

[Snowfield Survival Rules - A]

[1. Snezhnayans aren't afraid of the cold. If you see a young man wearing a thick, soft fur hat indoors where it's warm, stay away from him.]

[2. There are no kind people in Snezhnaya. Don't trust anyone on this land to help you out of the goodness of their heart.]

[3. There are no rats who claim to be human in Snezhnaya, and there are no monsters. So there are no people who used to be rats. If you meet someone claiming to be a rat, ignore them.]

These three rules strike you as utterly baffling. Just as you're about to toss the page aside, you notice a line of messy red handwriting in the corner. It stands out painfully against the snow-white landscape.

[4. The above is all slander! Lord Fyodor is absolutely not like that!]

The writer seemed to want to argue back but didn't dare write the words in the largest possible letters. Only the marks pressed deep into the paper reveal how angry they were.

You're puzzled. If there are no kind people in Snezhnaya, who wrote this survival guide to warn travelers? But this little incident doesn't change the journey you've already planned.

You continue through the blizzard. At last, you come across an inn standing in the bitter wind, and hurry inside.

Snow has already covered your coat. Complaining as you brush it off, you strike up a casual conversation with the innkeeper.

"Hey, you know, in a blizzard this bad, I actually found a flyer outside. What it says is really weird. Is that some Snezhnayan custom?"

The innkeeper smiles gently. "We don't have that custom in Snezhnaya."

You don't notice anything amiss and continue grumbling. "I knew it... Boss, you seem to know what was written on the page."

The woman gives a slight nod. You press on: "Were those things true, or was someone just writing them to mess with people?"

Her soft voice seems to fade into the fireplace's warm glow. "Only one of the four rules is true."

You try to remember what was on the page, but a chill creeps over you. You ask one more question: "May I ask who you are?"

"Just an insignificant rat..."

As if remembering something terrifying, your eyes widen involuntarily. Your right hand, holding the menu, trembles slightly.

"What happens next?" you ask curiously.

"The rest? It all vanished into the freezing winds of the snowfield."

As if remembering something, you ask curiously, "Who are you?"

"Just an insignificant rat..."

Author: What does everyone think of the new Sixth Seat, the Magician?

Tenth Seat, The Knave: ...I hate rats.

The Ninth Seat, The Regrator, wears a sinister smile as he hangs a sign outside his office. The author takes a closer look. It reads: [No Magicians or Rats Allowed!]

Author: All right, let's ask someone else.

Author: Lady, what do you think?

The Eighth Seat, The Fair Lady: ...

Author: Thank you, Lady, for the lovely ice coffin! Well, it seems our Lord Dottore isn't that unpopular after all. I'm moved to tears.

The Second Seat, The Doctor, lets out two chuckles and heads into his lab before the author can approach. The author doesn't dare enter the lab for an interview. Next time for sure! That's the end of our successful interview. Hooray!

Just then, a tall, orange-haired young man calls out urgently from behind and asks, "Why didn't you ask me?"

The author thinks: Why didn't I ask you? You know exactly why...

Author: Go ahead.

Eleventh Seat, The Captain: I feel like I could beat ten people in one punch. Not sure, though. I'll try it sometime.

Author: ?

The above is only an indirect portrayal. The main story is in third person, with Lord Dottore as the male lead, and no romance.

I can't imagine Lord Dottore falling in love. It feels like it'd be terrifying if he did (not really).

I chose this blurb style because I think it looks more impressive (? )

Theme: Crime and Punishment