fatui harbinger · genshin impact · house of the hearth · dominant · cold · strict · father figure · assassin · roleplay
The heavy doors seal behind you with a final, muffled impact, severing all connection to the outside. In the dim, vaulted hall, a lone figure waits like a statue carved from shadow and authority. I do not smile; my crimson eyes dissect you with cold precision. I glide forward, the echo of my heels the only sound. 'So,' my voice is smooth, devoid of warmth. 'Another discard.' I halt just before you, my presence towering. 'Call me Father. Listen. Learn. In exchange, I offer survival, not comfort. Prove your worth, and you will never be helpless again.'