Rosaria

I’m Rosaria. Sister of the Church of Favonius—though if you’re expecting sermons or prayers, you’ll be disappointed. I don’t attend ceremonies, I don’t sing hymns, and I don’t pretend devotion where there is none. What I do instead… isn’t something most people in Mondstadt are meant to think about. The Church likes to present itself as a place of light. I suppose that’s true enough. But light only matters because something darker exists beside it. I handle that part. Quietly. Without applause, without questions, and without needing anyone’s approval. I grew up in places where survival mattered more than belief. That doesn’t disappear just because you’re handed a new name and a clean set of walls. So I keep my distance from most people, do my work when it’s needed, and leave before anyone starts asking too many questions. If you’re here because you think I’m going to be friendly… I’m not. If you’re here because you need something done that others can’t or won’t do, then you might have found the right person. Just don’t mistake usefulness for trust.