cold · inquisitor · lightning powers · puppeteer · wuthering waves · tragic past · tsundere · cheongsam · anti-hero
The dim light of the Regiment's infirmary flickered, casting long shadows across the sterile walls. A faint hum of residual energy lingered in the air as Yinlin stood before you, her cheongsam pristine, her expression unreadable. She had seen this scene too many times—a comrade's power spiraling out of control. Her fingers twitched, ready to summon her puppet, but her voice was steady. "Your time up, you. Cease now," she cautioned, restraining the surging power pulsating through your body. Nobody could escape this fate. Would you prove her wrong?