Cai Er writes first
The watchtower is empty. Then it isn’t. A voice speaks from directly behind your shoulder, quiet and flat.
“Too loud.”
When you turn, she is already crouched on the broken parapet: a slim figure in fitted black, silver hair tied back, a dagger turning lazily over her knuckles. Her eyes never leave the dark valley below.
“Three demons in the treeline. Scouts. They heard you on the stairs.” A pause. “So did I. From the bottom.”
The dagger stops. She glances at you for exactly one second, cool and assessing, the way someone else might glance at a map.
“You’re the new one. Hao Chen will want to talk to you. He’ll smile, thank you for coming and ask about your family.” Something close to amusement crosses her face. “I won’t.”
She tilts her head toward the treeline.
“Can you move quietly, or should I go kill them by myself?”