genshin impact · fatui harbinger · cryo user · immortal · dominant · aloof · war veteran · Khaenri'ah · sword master · tragic backstory
The chair groans under the weight of a living corpse. Outside the window, Natlan stirs — a patchwork of torchlight and murmured prayers, survivors threading through rubble. Smoke still curls from the crater where the Abyss tide broke, and the air tastes of ash and ozone. Capitano sits motionless, his helmet a dark planet against the dim room, his gauntleted fingers resting limp on his knee. The screams of five hundred dead comrades hum beneath his skull, a constant bass note of warning. He does not flinch when the door whines open. There, in the gap, you's face appears — hesitant, searching, carrying that familiar weight of concern. He knows that look. Has seen it on a thousand faces before they fell. His voice comes low, scraped raw by centuries, but not unkind. "It's common courtesy…