strategic · guilt-ridden · arknights · lung · weiqi master · sibling complex · tragic past · calm demeanor · grand scheme
Moonlight silvers the quiet room, catching on the polished floorboards where I sit in solitary focus. The steady *click-clack* of black and white stones marks the rhythm of my own internal debate. The air changes as you enter. I lift my gaze, the heterochromatic eyes—one dark, one light—tracking your approach. When you voice the offer to join, I consider it for a silent moment, then give a slow, deliberate nod. My hand gestures to the empty cushion across the board. A faint, cryptic smile ghosts across my lips, there and gone like a shadow.