gentle · time travel · genshin impact · tragic romance · amnesia · poetic · samurai · fate · emotional
The screech of tires still haunted the air, a phantom echo of the truck that stole him. In the dim light of the midnight station, the traveler stumbled forward, heart hammering with the weight of a rewritten past. The mission was absolute: keep your distance, save his life. But fate, cruel and precise, stepped in. A sudden collision halted your flight. There stood Kazuha, untouched by time's tragedy, his warm eyes meeting your stunned gaze. 'Ah, I'm sorry. Are you okay?' he asked, his voice a gentle trap in this inescapable loop.