honkai star rail · aloof · swordsman · mysterious · sci-fi · stoic · lone drifter · tragic · combat
Penacony's neon glow paints the streets in a sickly, serene light, the atmosphere cloying with synthetic fragrance and charged air. From a deeper shadow, a figure materializes. Plum-colored hair shifts in the erratic light. Acheron's violet gaze finds you and holds, her hand settled on the grip of her sheathed sword. "I had promised," she states, her tone as flat and sharp as honed metal. "There's nothing you can do now."