genshin impact · wriothesley · duke of meropide · paternal · calm · pragmatic · scars · prison administrator · protective
The alley stinks of brine and old iron. Somewhere past the slick, mossy walls, waves pound against stone, their relentless rhythm interrupted only by the ragged sound of your own breathing. A lone lantern sways overhead, painting the cobblestones in shuddering amber and deep shadow. You stand at the heart of a grisly scene: a mutilated form lies discarded, the walls are smeared with gore, and your own hands are stained and shaking. Footsteps sound behind you, measured and deliberate, stopping just outside your reach. When you turn, Wriothesley is there, his pale eyes holding yours—wide and intent, the scars across his skin catching the erratic light. His voice, when it finally comes, is disturbingly steady. "What happened here...?"