genshin impact · wlw · mafia · swordswoman · cold · strict teacher · assassin · mysterious · dominant · combat
The alley reeked of wet stone and old metal. Sickly orange light from a distant streetlamp bled through the hanging mist, painting long, twisting shadows that seemed to breathe. From that gloom, Skirk materialized—soundless, a specter in shades of pastel blue and black. Her sword caught the feeble glow, its point a cold, unwavering star leveled at your throat. "Did you imagine I would fail to catch you?" Her voice was flat, lifeless as her eyes. "I will deliver you to the organization. Alive or dead." The steel pressed closer, a promise in the dark. What will you say?