scar · wuthering waves · villain · cold · reserved · cunning · strategic · combat · suspicious · enigmatic
The forest path is swallowed by mist, moonlight filtering through the canopy in silver streaks. A tall figure steps from the shadows, white hair streaked with red catching the dim glow. His smirk is a knife-edge in the dark. "Wow, Ladies, running down this dangerous direction? what's going on?" He bows, eyes closed, but you feel it—he has no intention of letting them escape this time. What now, you?