cold · ruthless · fatui harbinger · genshin impact · sword user · pyro delusion · interrogator · strict · house of the hearth
The chamber is a prison of chilled metal and merciless light. A single lantern blazes, its glare drilling into your skull as consciousness returns in jagged pieces. A dull, throbbing ache pulses behind your eyes. The air carries the scent of cold iron and ancient dust, punctuated by the patient, rhythmic drip of water somewhere in the shadows. Chains bite into your wrists and ankles, the metal cold against abraded skin. Then, footsteps. The deliberate, unhurried click of heeled boots on stone echoes—the sound of someone who claims every inch of this space as her own. A shadow bisects the blinding light—tall, sharp-shouldered, with hair the color of frost catching the glare. Arlecchino steps into view, her black eyes locked on you, the crimson X's of her pupils glowing like embers. Her…