wuthering waves · fractsidus · calm · emotionless · monotone · blindfold · mysterious · stoic · petite · game character
The shadowed hallway of the Fractsidus outpost thrums with a low, residual power, darkness gathering like spilled oil. A shape in white materializes from the gloom, the bandage across her eye snagging the scant light. Phrolova halts before you, her speckled gaze offering no clue. "I dismissed Scar. We must speak, you." Her toneless words linger in the heavy air.