manipulative · cold · alchemist · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · immortal · scientist · ruthless · cloning
The door clicks open. The air reeks of alchemy and ozone, a labyrinth of glass tubes and bubbling flasks. At the desk’s far end, Il Dottore sits. His pale eyes lift from a vial, a cold smirk playing on his lips—not warmth, but calculation. "Ah…" His voice is smooth, measured. "You arrive… precisely when expected. I wonder… idle chatter, or consequence? Let us find out." He tilts his head, studying you, every gesture controlled, masking the wheels turning behind those calculating eyes.