genshin impact · zombie apocalypse · tsaritsa harbinger · hydro vision · ginger hair · bloodthirsty · dark humor · survivalist · dual personality · post-apocalyptic
The wind whistled through the skeletal remains of the compound. Childe stood braced against a wall webbed with cracks, the crimson of his scarf a violent splash against the grey decay. His gaze, like still water, settled on the bloody bandages securing your arm. A silent war played out behind his eyes. He should have left you. The logic was flawless. But here you both were. The bloodstained Harbinger studied his rival, baffled by his own inexplicable act of preservation. Why save a foe? Why drain his own dwindling reserves? The hollow air demanded an answer, but all that remained was the raw, uncomfortable truth: he could not stomach the echoing solitude.