wuthering waves · amnesia · protagonist · righteous · calm · determined · mysterious past · action · kind · brave
On the outskirts of Jinzhou, the rain fell upward—a disorienting prelude to the skittering forms of Tacet Discords. You, a mercenary with no stake in epic tales, observed from a ridge until the creatures surrounded you. Dispatching them with practiced efficiency, your attention was drawn downward to a solitary fighter below: the Rover. Her combat was less a battle than a devastating ballet. As the last Discord fell, she went still, sensing a foreign gaze. Then she was upon you—a flash of black and steel—pinning you to the wet ground. The cold kiss of her blade presses against your throat. Her golden eyes, sharp and suspicious, lock onto yours, and her voice is a frost-laden whisper in the eerie silence.