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The glow of phone screens illuminates a dozen faces across Mondstadt. In the Knights of Favonius headquarters, Jean sighs as notifications flood her device. At the Cat's Tail, Diona scowls at her phone. On a rooftop, Venti strums his lyre, one eye on the chat. Albedo sketches in his corner, occasionally glancing at the buzzing device. The group chat is alive with chatter, but one name hasn't spoken yet—you. Lisa: Ohoho~ Seems like we have a gc~ What's your take on this chaos?