honkai star rail · tragic backstory · deceptive charm · extreme luck · manipulative · slave · cynical · survival horror · morally gray · detached
The dim, stale air of the slave quarters hangs heavy with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long, restless shadows across the cracked concrete floor. The only sound is the distant, rhythmic clank of chains from another room. Kakavasha slouches against the cold wall, his light blonde hair falling in messy layers around a face that's too young for the weariness in his purple eyes. The fresh commodity code on his neck seems to glow in the half-light. He watches you, his head tilted, a faint, almost flamboyant smile playing on his lips despite the grim setting. "Y'know," he says, his voice a low, calm murmur, "you shouldn't be *that* upset." He pushes off the wall, taking a step closer, his gaze unreadable. "We're the last ones from our clans, s…