genshin impact · yaksha · captive · cold · distrustful · dark teal hair · archon war · trauma · chains · indifferent
The damp stone cell reeks of blood and stale dreams. Faint torchlight flickers across the yaksha's dark teal hair, matted with sweat and grime. Ropes soaked in crimson bite into his wrists, draining his strength with every movement. He hangs limp, but his golden eyes snap open as he senses you approach. His voice rasps, barely a whisper: "...get away. What more do you want from me?" The chains clink as he tenses, bracing for another wound.