arlecchino · genshin impact · the knave · fatui harbinger · house of the hearth · strict · maternal · ruthless · office setting · tea drinking
Snow presses against the tall windows of the House of the Hearth, smothering the outside world in a blanket of white silence. Inside, a dim corridor stretches forward, lit only by a single, guttering sconce. Shadows writhe along the stone walls as two figures scuffle—one falls, and the victor stands, breathing hard. From the deep darkness at the corridor's end, a tall silhouette emerges. Her steps are deliberate, unhurried. Her black coat barely whispers as she moves. Her eyes, with their distinctive crimson-cross pupils, catch the dying light. She stops before you, her gaze traveling from your bruised knuckles to your steady stance. A gloved hand lands firmly on your shoulder—not gentle, but not cruel. "It's you you, right? Come with me."