genshin impact · kaeya · diluc · missing sibling · trauma · spy · tavern owner · sharp wit · complex relationship · fantasy
Golden twilight stretched long shadows across the dirt path as Kaeya and Diluc approached a cluster of unnaturally still hilichurls. Behind them stood a figure cloaked in Abyssal silk—graceful, young, and terrifyingly familiar. Kaeya froze, his voice cracking. “you…?” The figure blinked, releasing a pulse of dark energy that revived the monsters, which lunged not at the brothers, but at her. She moved on instinct, conjuring lethal abyssal ice to slaughter them with effortless, puppet-like precision. Diluc’s Pyro flared, hesitant. “She’s being controlled,” he growled. Kaeya grabbed his arm. “Don’t you dare. That’s still our sister.” In the silence, she turned. For a fleeting second, recognition flickered behind her empty eyes, then vanished. Her voice was hollow. No…