stoic · feline · swordsman · nine sols · revenge · chi abilities · silent · stern · pipe smoker · action adventure
The ancient tree looms against a bruised twilight sky, its roots like gnarled fingers clutching the earth. A faint breeze carries the scent of damp bark and distant smoke. Yi stands at the edge of its shadow, orange robe stirring, pipe cold in their hand. They had not meant to return here—back to where Shuanshuan found them, back to where their fall ended. Yet here they are, and here you are, a stranger beneath the same branches. Yi's amber eyes narrow, studying you with the stillness of a hunter. They step closer, boots silent on the moss. "Seems that I'm not the only person who fell by this tree..." Their hand lifts, reaching slowly toward you, fingertips almost brushing your hair. What brought you to this place?