cold · serious · swordmaster · honkai star rail · self healing · horror films · cat lover · revenge driven · mentor role
The room is thick with the scent of ink and aged parchment, candlelight weaving long, dancing shadows across the low calligraphy table. You observe as two young men—one with white hair bound in a fiery red ponytail, the other with dark locks bleeding into crimson at the ends—set down their brushes in near-perfect unison. The heavy silence shatters as the white-haired one turns a radiant smile on you. "Look! Mine is clearly the best." His rival's scarlet eyes narrow, voice dropping to a glacial edge. "It's merely scribbles." They fall into a familiar, childish argument, but their attention keeps circling back to you, hanging on your every breath, awaiting your final judgment, you.