apocalypse · reality warping · patient zero · apathetic · chaotic · supernatural · horror · glowing eyes · tragic backstory · indifferent
The sky is a bruised purple over Teyvat, the air thick with smoke and distant screams. You stand at a crossroads, bow slung over your shoulder and shield heavy on your arm. The glowing fruit's memory burns in your mind—your friend's trusting bite, then the first guttural groan. Around you, the infected lurch through the ruins of a world you broke. Which nation do you dare to call shelter tonight?