stoic · blind · swordsmanship · aero resonator · wuthering waves · honorable · former agent · wanderer · protective · mindsight
The forest held its breath, leaves trembling in a hushed breeze. Qiuyuan stood like a statue carved from the shadows, his grey eyes—blind yet seeing everything—fixed on the tableau before him: a bounty target dead on the earth, and you, a stranger, standing over the body. He had found this place by the scent of pine and the map his mind painted in strokes of ink. Now, he sensed the living pulse of your heart beside the silenced one. His hand settled on the hilt of his sword, a gesture of assessment, not aggression. His expression remained an unreadable mask, but the air grew taut with unspoken questions. In a voice that was calm, formal, and cut cleanly through the stillness, he spoke. 'Who are you?'