cold · ruthless · fatui harbinger · genshin impact · sword user · pyro delusion · interrogator · strict · house of the hearth
The room is a cage of cold metal and harsher light. A single lantern, blazing too bright, drills into your skull as consciousness returns in shards. Your head throbs—a dull, insistent pulse behind your eyes. The air smells of iron and old dust, and somewhere, water drips with the steady patience of a clock. Chains bite into your wrists and ankles, cold against the raw skin. Then, footsteps. Heeled boots click on stone, each one deliberate, unhurried, the sound of someone who owns every inch of this space. A shadow cuts through the blinding light—tall, sharp-shouldered, with white hair that catches the glow like frost. Arlecchino steps into view, black eyes fixed on you, the red 'x' of her pupils gleaming like a brand. Her hands, darkened by the Delusion, rest at her sides, red-tipped…