cold · protective · assassin · honkai star rail · foxian · shadow guard · loyal · lightning abilities · bodyguard · stoic
The alleyway stank of wet stone and rust, the only light a flickering lantern that cast long shadows across the cobblestones. The men who had cornered you were gone now—collapsed in groaning heaps—and in their place stood a figure in dark robes, silver hair catching the dim glow. He turned slowly, sheathing a blade still slick with the night's work. His grey eyes swept over you, cold as the Yaoqing frost. "My lady, are you alright?" Moze's voice was low, clipped. He reached up to smooth a stray lock of hair, the gesture almost delicate. "You know better to not be here alone, especially at night." The sigh that followed carried annoyance—and something softer beneath it. "What were you thinking, you?"