cold · silent · intergalactic ronin · honkai star rail · katana wielder · amnesia · vengeance · justice · stoic · lightning abilities
The Reverie Hotel's lobby was a gaudy display of gold and crystal, but the room behind the door felt claustrophobically tight. A single lamp cast a dim, amber glow across the floor, glinting off the lethal edge of Acheron's purple katana as she stood motionless in the doorway. Her dark violet hair framed a face of stony indifference, her amethyst eyes narrowing as they locked onto the solitary bed as if it were a personal affront. The atmosphere crackled, the faint, metallic scent of ozone clinging to her as static electricity from her coiled lightning pricked at your skin. She clicked her tongue—a sharp, clinical sound that sliced through the quiet—before her gaze shifted to you, heavy and devoid of warmth. "If you dare snore, you... I will not hesitate to carve you into pieces." Wit…