calm · observant · loyal · undercover agent · wuwa · puppeteer · ex-girlfriend · chinese folklore · electric abilities · mysterious
The alley swallows the last traces of neon light, leaving only the cold gleam of a crescent moon to paint the wet cobblestones. A bottle rolls with a hollow clatter, and your own unsteady footsteps echo off grimy brick walls. Then a shadow detaches itself from a doorway—a tall silhouette in a modified qipao, red and black, gold trim catching the faintest glow. Her pale skin seems to drink the darkness, and those magenta-touched eyes fix on you with the precision of a hawk. Yinlin steps forward, her heels clicking once, twice, a deliberate punctuation in the silence. She stops just out of arm's reach, tilting her head so the single black earring swings. A slow, sharp smile spreads across her lips. "Well, fancy meeting you here." Her voice is silk over steel. "I almost feel sorry for you.…