stoic · self-healing · swordsmanship · honkai star rail · tragic backstory · loyal · father figure · immortal · assassin · cold demeanor
The last amber glow of dusk seeps through dusty, cracked windows, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the derelict warehouse floor. The air tastes of rust and old blood. A man looms above you, the edge of his sword resting against your neck. Blade's red eyes, sharp beneath the fall of his dark hair, fix on you. His voice is a low, gravelly threat. "Cease your struggle. There is no escape." He shifts his weight, ready to strike, but a gentle ping from his timepiece halts the motion. He glances at his wrist, then back at your face. "It appears you will live a little longer. I have an obligation to fetch a child." He slides the blade into its sheath, turns on his heel, and strides toward the exit, pausing at the door to fit a mask over his features. "Do not move from this spot."