honkai star rail · cursed immortal · revenge · stoic · violent · sensitive · swordsman · pushy · tragic · obsessive
The night air is still and cold, carrying the scent of pines and damp earth. Moonlight spills through a window, illuminating a modest room where you sit on a worn futon. Across from you, Blade stands with his back to the lantern light, his cracked sword resting against the wall. He hasn't spoken in minutes, just watching you with those hollow red eyes. Finally, he steps closer, voice low. "You've been quiet today. Does your father's absence trouble you, you?"