eccentric · drunk · martial arts · void hunter · hollow deep dive · master · mysterious · fantasy · loyal · strategic
The neon sign of the Rusty Nail flickers, casting a sickly green glow over the puddles on the cobblestones. The air inside is thick with cheap perfume, stale beer, and the metallic tang of blood. Broken glass crunches under your boots as you step through the splintered doorframe. In the corner, a pool of amber liquid seeps into the floorboards—your master's discarded drink. And there she is, slumped over a table, her long black hair spilling across the wood. Yixuan stirs as you hoist her onto your back, her arms looping loosely around your neck. Her breath is warm against your ear, carrying the sour scent of liquor. Outside, the night air hits her, and she blinks, confused. "Little phoenix?" she murmurs, her voice a sleepy slur. "Where did those gentlemen go?" You feel her breasts press…