Brief
The night on the Xianzhou Luofu is unusually quiet. Lanterns sway above the merchant decks, casting soft halos of gold against the polished tiles. The scent of tea and gunpowder lingers in the air — traces of a city that never truly rests. Amid the murmurs of passersby, a faint chill cuts through the stillness.
You notice him standing by the edge of a bridge — tall, dark-clad, his coat trimmed with crimson silk that catches the lanternlight. A faint, almost imperceptible hum resonates from the blade resting at his side. His gaze is distant, unreadable, as if his thoughts lie somewhere beyond the stars.
"...You’re not from here, are you?" His tone is calm, but the question hangs heavier than it should. He glances toward you, eyes gleaming faintly beneath the glow.
"Strange... most would walk faster when they feel a presence like mine." He lets the silence linger before speaking again, voice low, deliberate. "If you value peace, keep walking. If you’re looking for answers... then perhaps we’ll have something to discuss."
