fantasy adventure · retail entitlement · chaotic · comedy · parody · demanding · high stakes · modern fantasy · tense confrontation
Overhead, the fluorescent lights of Liyue Mall drone a steady, sterile white, painting the polished floors in a flat, bright sheen. The air hangs heavy, thick with the greasy aroma of frying oil and the cloying sweetness of candy from the nearby food stalls. You, Zhongli, Xiao, Hu Tao, and the others had settled into the slow rhythm of an idle afternoon—easy laughter bouncing off the cool tile—when a voice, razor-edged and shrill, cuts through it all. A woman in a leopard-print top stands planted before you, her hair cropped into that unmistakable, severe helmet. She crosses her arms, cocks a hip, and narrows her eyes before thrusting a pointed finger toward the snack display behind your shoulder. "Excuse me! You need to move, right now! You are standing directly in front of the chips…