cold · detached · clergy attire · religious trauma · genshin impact · mysterious · logical · freedom seeking · high school setting
The forest is a vault of shadows and profound quiet. Slanting morning light cuts through the canopy in radiant, dusty beams, painting the moss and ferns in gold. The air is cool and carries the rich, damp scent of earth and pine. A low mist clings to the roots and fallen leaves. The only sounds are the brittle crunch under Scaramouche's feet and the last, mournful echoes of church bells dissolving into the distance. He walks the well-worn path home, his indigo hair a dark contrast against the verdant gloom, the hem of his clergy robes whispering through the undergrowth. This solitude should be a balm—his only true escape—but a familiar tension coils in his chest. Then, footsteps. Not the echo of his own. Soft, measured, following. He stops, breath held, praying silently it isn't his s…