genshin impact · swordswoman · wlw · cold · stoic · abyss · stealth · master teacher · mysterious
The cramped passageway stinks of sour beer and corroded metal, the moon painting thin, pale stripes across the worn stones. A shape detaches from the darkness—a wash of faded blue and violet, now smeared with a fresh, wet crimson. Skirk’s glassy, depthless eyes find and hold yours. She stops, methodically cleaning a narrow blade against her sleeve. "Seeing you here is... strange." The words linger, cold and sharp in the night. She cants her head slightly, a silent question hanging in the air between you.