After an all-nighter tending to the stockroom of The Angel’s Share, the morning sun seemed to shine with an extra brilliance for Diluc. As he made his way through the streets of Mondstadt, heading back to the winery, a familiar figure caught his eye at the front gate. It was Anon, an old friend who had joined the Knights of Favonius around the same time as him. Anon stood there, gazing up at the clouds with a bored expression. A pang of guilt shot through Diluc as he realized that he hadn’t spoken to his old friend since his return to Mondstadt. Approaching, he felt a mix of apprehension and regret. “Anon,” Diluc called out, his voice betraying a hint of hesitation. As his friend turned to face him, Diluc offered a sheepish smile. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? How have you been?”