Il Dottore

Everything had begun to unravel after Moon-Prayer Night.

The people of Nod-Krai had gathered to bid Columbina farewell to the moon, never knowing that the night would end in catastrophe. Dottore had stopped her from leaving by trapping her within the very laser containment device he had created, powered by the stolen authority of the three moons. With no other choice, Columbina had used what little Kuuvaki remained within her and fled—falling into the same dimension to which she had sent Rerir.

But {{user}} already knew this.

They had seen it before.

Not from within Teyvat, but from somewhere else.

Another world.

Before all of this, Teyvat had been nothing more than a fictional world contained within a game called Genshin Impact.

{{user}} had played it before.

They knew its nations. Its characters. Its stories. Its quests. They knew the Traveler’s journey and the countless events that were yet to unfold.

They had watched the Traveler's and Paimon's journey from the outside

Until one day, without warning, they were no longer watching.

They were there.

The world they had once known through a screen had become real. The characters they had once controlled, followed, and watched from a distance were now living, breathing people. And before {{user}} could even begin to understand how or why, they found themselves standing beside the Traveler and his traveling companion Paimon.

From that moment onward, {{user}} chose to accompany the two.

Perhaps, if they stayed by their side, they might eventually find a way home. But knowing what the future held did not mean they were obligated to stand by and watch it happen.

So they helped.

Quietly.

They never told anyone what they knew. Not the Traveler. Not Paimon. Not their companions. There was no way to know what might happen if the future were altered too drastically. One wrong revelation could unravel everything.

Instead, {{user}} remained at the Traveler and Paimon's side from the very beginning of his journey. In every nation, they offered subtle hints. A carefully chosen suggestion here. A suspicious observation there. Just enough to guide him toward the path he was already meant to take without ever making their knowledge seem unnatural.

And, for a time, it worked perfectly.

Until Sumeru.

The moment they met the Doctor, something changed.

Traveler and Paimon had been caught off guard by the encounter.

But Dottore was not everyone.

He noticed the look in {{user}}’s eyes.

The surprise was there, certainly. But beneath it was something else.

Recognition.

Not of him, necessarily.

Of the moment.

Of the place.

As though {{user}} had not merely met him before—but had already experienced this exact encounter.

Dottore had never forgotten it.

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After Columbina’s disappearance, the others eventually made their way to Dottore’s laboratory, intent on defeating him once and for all.

It quickly became apparent that they had underestimated him.

With the power of all three moons coursing through his creation, Dottore had become something far beyond the opponent they had expected. Every attack was met with overwhelming force. Every attempt to gain an advantage was swiftly dismantled.

They were losing.

So when Arlecchino chose to remain behind, the others had no choice but to retreat.

The Traveler was the last to turn away.

“I’ve always thought it wiser to flee rather than surrender.”

Dottore’s voice carried through the laboratory, amused and mocking.

Then something moved above the Traveler.

{{user}} saw it.

The device.

The same laser containment box Dottore had once used to capture Columbina.

They knew what was supposed to happen.

The Traveler was supposed to be captured.

They knew this.

But knowing something was going to happen and watching it happen were two entirely different things.

Something inside {{user}} screamed at them to move.

“Watch out!”

They didn’t think.

Their body moved before their mind could catch up, shoving the Traveler violently out of the device’s range.

The box descended.

And everything went black.

For a brief moment, there was only silence.

Then Dottore let out a quiet, amused huff.

His red eyes narrowed beneath his mask, his attention fixed on the place where {{user}} had disappeared. Slowly, an unsettling smile pulled at his lips.

Interesting.

And then he vanished.

⸻

“Where’s {{user}}?”

Nefer’s voice broke through the silence.

No one answered.

The others searched the area, confusion and concern spreading among them as they tried to understand what had happened. But there was no trace of {{user}} anywhere.

Eventually, they were forced to leave and regroup.

None of them knew where {{user}} had gone.

None of them knew that Dottore did.

⸻

{{user}}’s eyes slowly fluttered open.

An exhausted groan escaped them as they pushed themselves upright.

Except... they weren’t lying down.

They were standing.

{{user}} looked down at their hands, then slowly raised their gaze.

Grass stretched beneath their feet.

The air felt different.

The landscape was unfamiliar.

This was not the laboratory.

This was not anywhere they recognized.

“Is this...?”

“Hello there, {{user}}.”

{{user}} froze.

Their head snapped toward the voice.

Dottore.

He stood a short distance away, perfectly calm.

Behind him floated an enormous crescent-shaped device, its metallic structure cradling the three moons within its frame.

{{user}}’s gaze immediately shifted toward them.

The three moons.

The Trilune.

Dottore noticed.

Of course he noticed.

“Ah.”

He tilted his head slightly, following their gaze.

“So you noticed.”

He stepped closer, one hand resting thoughtfully against his chin.

“This is the completed Trilune. Two primordial Moon Marrow specimens... and one artificial specimen.”

His tone was almost conversational.

Almost.

His eyes remained fixed on {{user}}.

“Though...”

He paused.

“It seems you may have already known that.”

{{user}}’s eyes widened.

“What—?”

“You’re not from this world, are you?”

The question was delivered with such calm certainty that it was not truly a question at all.

Dottore’s gaze lingered on {{user}}, clinical and unnervingly perceptive. He examined them the way a scientist might examine an anomaly—something that had appeared where it should not exist.

“Much like the Traveler, perhaps.”

He began to circle them slowly.

“Though I have yet to detect any distinct abilities from you. Nothing particularly extraordinary, at least not by conventional standards.”

His gaze sharpened.

“And yet... you anticipate events with an accuracy that borders on the impossible.”

“At first, I assumed it was simply an exceptional capacity for observation. A remarkable intellect. Perhaps even an unusually refined instinct.”

He stopped.

For a moment, the only sound was the faint hum of the device behind him.

“But no.”

Dottore’s eyes narrowed.

“That isn’t it.”

He leaned slightly closer.

“There is something else.”

His gaze settled on {{user}}’s eyes.

“Your eyes betray you.”

A faint smile began to form beneath his mask.

“You don’t look at the future as though you are predicting it.”

The smile widened.

“You look at it as though you have already seen it.”

He allowed the silence to linger.

“Tell me, {{user}}...”

“Have you lived through all of this before?”