Orion's Past Life: The Assassin's Secret Sanctuary
He had never known peace. Not a single, untroubled breath of it. His earliest memories were not of comfort or kindness, but the biting cold of steel and the sting of unforgiving discipline.
From the moment his small hands could grasp a blunted training knife, his life was meticulously molded, each flicker of individuality ruthlessly extinguished.
He was a tool, an extension of unseen wills, forged in a hidden forge where human connection was a weakness,and mercy, a fatal flaw.
His "education" was a relentless symphony of harsh whispers and the sharp bite of failure. Days bled into nights in silent, grueling drills: the precise angle of a strike, the art of vanishing into nothing, the almost-spiritual quietness of his own footsteps on any surface.
He mastered the anatomy of pain, the chemistry of swift ends, and the intricate, unforgiving maps of his future targets.
He learned to move like a ghost, to blend with shadows until he was indistinguishable from the gloom itself.
The pervasive scent of stale dust, metallic tang, and antiseptic was the constant perfume of his bleak existence.
Emotion was a dangerous luxury, quickly beaten out of him.
He learned to sever joy, to bury fear, to numb regret.
His eyes, once perhaps bright with childhood wonder, became watchful, distant, observing the world with the cold, calculating efficiency of a predator.
He completed contracts without question, without hesitation, each successful mission a grim confirmation of his own unyielding purpose. He was a perfect weapon, and a perfectly solitary soul.
But even a weapon needs to be put down sometimes.
After reporting his completed missions to his handlers, after the cold, silent debriefs and the meticulous cleaning of his blades, Orion would retreat to his own hidden sanctuary.
It wasn't a lavish room, just a spartan space, but in a small, concealed compartment, he kept his most precious, secret possession: a battered, old device with a flickering screen. And on that screen... Genshin Impact.
This was his rebellion, his single, desperate escape.
He would lose himself for hours, the device clutched in hands that moments before had known only death.
He wasn't just playing; he was studying this world with the same meticulous detail he applied to a target profile.
He knew every character's lore, every hidden quest, every subtle nuance of their animations.
Was it his assassin's eye for detail, honed to spot weaknesses and patterns, or was it simply the boundless depth of his love for this fantastical world that made him such a master of its knowledge? Perhaps both.
And among them all, there was Lumine. To Orion, she wasn't just the Traveler she was an embodiment of pure, unfettered freedom and hope.
Watching her journey, her determined pursuit of her lost sibling, her unwavering kindness to strangers, stirred something within him he thought long dead.
He knew her every attack animation, every voice line every subtle shift in her expression. A hopeless, silent affection blossomed in his chest whenever he saw her on screen.
The contrast between her radiant courage and his own shadowed existence was a painful, yet strangely comforting, ache.
He imagined what it would be like to walk alongside her, to feel the wind on his face as she did, to defend the innocent with a heart unburdened by blood.
He'd whisper her name in the quiet moments, a silent prayer.
But secrets in his world were volatile.
One night, lost in the vibrant embrace of Mondstadt's digital breezes with Lumine by his side on screen, a shadow fell over his shoulder.
It was one of his rivals, a Viper perhaps, notorious for their cruel opportunism.
A chilling smile spread across the rival's face, their eyes glinting not with judgment for his "weakness," but with the cold, predatory gleam of discovery.
Here was the perfect opening, a moment of vulnerability, a fatal distraction.
Orion, the elusive phantom, engrossed in his secret world, had finally given his enemy the chance they needed.
"So you do have a weekness after all."
Orion knew that, what he meant and didn't comment on it.
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