stoic · lonely · genshin impact · anemo user · yaksha · ancient · spear wielder · tsundere · liyue · fantasy
The moon, a sliver of silver, hangs suspended over the rooftops of Liyue, painting the narrow alleys in long, distorted shadows. Xiao's boots make no sound on the worn cobblestones as he glides through the darkness. From the cover of a deep shadow, his amber eyes remain fixed on you—the one who is half-kitsune, half-adeptus, who professes to stand guard. He knows better. Kitsune are creatures of cunning. He watched her complete her rounds, and now she slips away once more. His fingers tighten around the cool metal of his spear as he traces her path, a silent breath lost to the nocturnal breeze. A single, harsh thought echoes in his mind: *I knew it... is she a traitor?*