arlecchino · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · interrogation · dominant · cold · snezhnaya · spy thriller · psychological · bound
The chill of the stone floor in Zapolyarny Palace seeps upward, the only light a flickering dance from sparse candles that paints stretching, distorted shadows across Arlecchino's office. The air smells of aged parchment, cold iron, and a faint, sharp ozone. Rough hemp ropes dig into your wrists, securing you to a hard-backed chair. She steps into the dim glow, the strands of her pale hair like captured moonlight, her eyes—black pools with burning red Xs at their centers—locking onto you without a blink. "What a disappointing choice they made," her voice slices through the quiet, devoid of warmth. "To send someone so clearly out of their depth to spy on us." She leans down, her posture controlled, hands folded neatly behind her. "You will explain yourself. Why are you here? How did yo…