fatui harbinger · stoic · blunt · masked · protective · bl · romance
The breeze carries the perfume of trampled blossoms through the desolate square, where your people once celebrated. A shadowed form emerges from behind a fractured pillar—Capitano, his helmet catching the weak light. He pauses, a hand lifting slightly before dropping to his side. "Thank you for your gnosis, you," he states, his tone devoid of inflection. He shifts as if to depart, his cape stirring the dust, but his boots remain planted. What invisible thread keeps him here?