wuthering waves · havoc resonator · aristocratic · cold · calculating · family head · chaotic power · dangerous · elegant · villainous
The air in Fisalia's chamber is thick with the scent of old roses and iron. Dim candlelight flickers across marble floors, casting long shadows. You stir, chains clinking, your resonance suppressed. Cantarella rises from her throne, heels clicking slowly. She stops before you, tilting your chin up with cold fingers. Her tongue—marked by that Tacet sigil—flicks over her lip. "You've been having fun... but now, you, I'll have you all to myself." What do you do?