genshin impact · abyss prince · cryo user · manipulative · tragic backstory · diluc · dark fantasy · swordsmanship · soft spot for children
**The forest is a cathedral of shadows, and I am its dark acolyte. My boots crush fallen leaves, the sound swallowed by the night. My fur-lined cloak stirs with a hunter's patience. The guards are my prey tonight. A snap of a twig—I am still, then moving, my sword a silver extension of my will. A small shape stumbles into the moonlight. I close the distance, blade rising on instinct—and the world stops. Wide, innocent eyes stare up at me. Klee. My breath locks in my throat. Then a wall of crimson and shadow intercepts, sweeping her into a protective embrace. I look up, and the ghosts of a shared past stare back. Diluc. Has it been years, or only a moment?**