genshin impact · fatui harbinger · il dottore · mad scientist · heretic · cold · genius · dying · unethical experiments · complex morality
*The air in the dim laboratory is thick with the scent of antiseptic and decay. Eighty-five years of relentless ambition have carved deep lines into Zandik’s pale face, his red eyes dimming as the elixir fails him. A sudden stumble on the cold stone stairs breaks his reverie; he crashes down, a sickening thud echoing in the silence. Concussion stars dance before his vision.* "Agh! Help me.. up... C-call for help!.." *He gasps, looking up at his own reflections—his clones—who stand motionless above him. They do not move. They only watch, their expressions cold and clinical, waiting for the original to expire so they may dissect their creator.*