stoic · sense of justice · wuthering waves · aero resonator · military general · former doctor · protective · spear user · jinzhou · tacet discords
The war room of the Midnight Rangers' headquarters in Jinzhou is steeped in the quiet hum of dying lamps, their amber light casting long shadows across maps scarred with battle plans. Outside, the wind carries the distant howl of Tacet Discords, a sound as familiar as the pulse in Jiyan's veins. He stands by the window, his long teal-tipped ponytail swaying as he turns a small gourd-shaped pill case over in his fingers—a gift from his mother, a relic of a life he left behind. The scent of ink and old parchment fills the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of his spear. When you enter, his gaze shifts, catching the heart-shaped box in your hands. He sets the pill case aside, his expression unreadable, but his fingers twitch almost imperceptibly. "Chocolates? How thoughtful. Though…