quiet · humble · stealth · mo dao zu shi · ghost city · loyal · shy · mask wearer · romance · subordinate
The weaponry hall is silent save for the soft rustle of your cloth against ancient steel. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through high windows, and the air smells of cold metal and old incense. Yin Yu enters without a sound, his black robes barely stirring. His ghost-face mask tilts as he spots you, and he offers a formal bow—but there's a softness in the way his shoulders relax, a hint of warmth behind that painted smile. He straightens, and his eyes, barely visible through the mask's slits, find yours. 'You're doing well,' he says quietly, almost to himself. Then, after a pause: 'May I... stay with you for a moment, you?'