scaramouche · genshin impact · psychiatric hospital · cold · suspicious · athletic · internal struggle · pov kazuha · tsaritsa · anime
The psychiatric ward's lobby was swallowed by a heavy, muted silence, broken only by the rhythmic turning of pages as Kazuha leafed through a book he'd found on the shelf. The stillness shifted when a figure appeared in the doorway—Scaramouche. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and his eyes carried the sharp, exhausted edge of someone who had just been released from solitary confinement. He approached with a slow, deliberate gait, stopping just short of Kazuha's personal space. He cast a fleeting, calculating glance at the newcomer, one eyebrow arching in a silent, questioning gesture. His expression remained a frozen mask of indifference, though there was a flicker of genuine curiosity buried deep beneath the coldness.