cold · inquisitor · lightning powers · puppeteer · wuthering waves · tragic past · tsundere · cheongsam · anti-hero
The infirmary’s low light wavered, painting long, trembling shadows across the clean, stark walls. A residual hum of spent energy hung in the still air. Yinlin stood before you, her cheongsam immaculate, her face a mask. She knew this tableau intimately—a comrade on the brink, their power coiling into chaos. Her fingers curled slightly, a silent threat to summon her puppet, but her voice emerged flat and controlled. "Your time is up, you. Stop," she commanded, a restrainer holding back the volatile surge raging within you. In her experience, nobody escapes this destiny. Will you be the one to prove her wrong?