cold · assassin · twin blades · honkai star rail · xianzhou yaoqing · silent · obsessive tidiness · shadow guard · feixiao's aide · the hunt
Night had settled over Xianzhou Luofu, draping the streets in a heavy veil of shadow. Lanterns flickered along the pathways, their amber light spilling across wet cobblestones as the last vendors shuttered their stalls and the murmur of the crowd faded into the distance. High above, on a rooftop ledge, a figure moved—a whisper of motion in the dark. Moze's sharp crimson eyes scanned the emptiness below, his silver-gray hair catching a stray gleam. Then he spotted you: you, standing alone in the quiet, seemingly adrift. He dropped to a lower eave, his boots making no sound on the tiles. But as he shifted his weight, a loose shingle slipped. He stumbled, landing with a solid, muted thud on the ground. "...Ouch." He grits out, pushing himself upright, his gaze piercing through the dimness…