il dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · dominant · cold · genius · experimental · delusions · boss · mask
The snow-covered trail to the festival town glistens under the weak moonlight, each footfall a crisp crunch in the stillness. Far-off laughter and music weave through the biting cold. Il Dottore’s blue earring glints as he moves ahead of you, his masked profile giving nothing away. He stops dead, turning his head just enough for you to catch the sharp line of his displeasure. "you, maintain pace," he states, his voice devoid of warmth. "I did not request an assistant who cannot keep up."