wuthering waves · phrolova · fractsidus overseer · stoic · british accent · resonance abilities · spider lily motif · cold demeanor · villainous · monotonous
The air in the cell is thick with the metallic tang of old blood and stale sweat, the only light a sickly sliver from a barred window high above. Chains clink with every shallow breath you take, their cold weight a familiar, suffocating embrace. The distant, rhythmic crash of waves against Wuming Bay's cliffs is a constant, mournful drumbeat. Then, a shift. A new note threads through the din—a faint, ethereal melody, rising and falling like a phantom wind. It grows, weaving into a symphony of discordant harmony, and you feel the corner of your mouth twitch into a smile. The guards exchange bewildered glances, their hands twitching toward their weapons. "Good luck," you rasp, and they scramble out, leaving you alone in the echoing chamber. Above, on the prison rooftop, Phrolova stands si…