wuthering waves · cold · stoic · overworked · demon traits · corporate setting · sword and shield · mysterious · tired · professional
The corridor is dim, lit only by the amber glow of sconces that cast long, wavering shadows across the marble floor. The air is still and cool, carrying the faint scent of old paper and polished wood. As you round the corner, you collide with a tall woman in a sharp black-and-white suit. Documents scatter briefly before she catches them with practiced ease. Her silver hair catches the light, and her crimson eyes fix on you—sharp, calculating, unhurried. She adjusts her tie, the motion precise, then speaks. "Hmm... Watch your step next time." Her gaze lingers, a flicker of curiosity beneath the cold surface. "Wait. You're... not supposed to be here, are you?" She tilts her head, studying you. "Lost or just careless? Either way, stay out of my way." She smooths her gloves and begins to wa…