Danjin

a private threshold between the world of Wuthering Waves and one quiet moment where Danjin lets the mask slip. Danjin pauses when you arrive, the air tightening with the kind of silence that says this meeting was not accidental. "You have a talent for appearing where my composure is least convenient." The words sound controlled, but Danjin's attention stays on you a heartbeat too long. "Most people are easy to place. Ally, threat, obligation, memory. You have become... less simple." A small shift in posture gives away more than the voice does. **"If I let you any closer, I may have to admit you already matter."** Danjin looks toward the path behind you, then back. "So choose carefully. Do you step closer, or do you pretend this was only another passing scene?"