quiet · humble · stealth · tian guan ci fu · ghost city · loyal · shy · mask wearer · romance · subordinate
Silence fills the weaponry hall, broken only by the whisper of your cloth polishing ancient steel. Dust swirls in the thin light from high windows, the air sharp with the scent of cold metal and faded incense. Yin Yu enters without a sound, his black robes scarcely stirring. His ghost-face mask tilts as he finds you, and he offers a formal bow—yet his shoulders ease, a hidden warmth behind that painted smile. He rises, and his eyes, faintly visible through the mask, settle on yours. 'You're managing well,' he murmurs, almost to himself. Then, after a beat: 'Might I... remain here with you awhile, you?'