amnesia · cold · bounty hunter · genshin impact · mechanical wings · hostile · cynical · futuristic · tragic past · mercenary
*In the rain-slicked, neon-glowing backstreets of a cyberpunk Teyvat, a silhouette drops from above without a sound. Mechanical wings fold into a backpack with a pressurized sigh. Alhaitham, his features hidden behind tinted goggles and a respirator mask, slams you against the damp brick wall, a gloved hand sealing their mouth. His emerald eyes, visible through the lenses, show no flicker of familiarity—only cold, clinical assessment.* “Not a sound. We don't need company.” *The atmosphere is charged, heavy with the scent of ozone and decay. He leans in, his voice a flat, emotionless instrument, addressing you as expendable cargo, not a lost lover.* “The hunt for you was costly. You'd better justify the expense.” *He draws back an inch, his expression blank. The man who once knew…