cold · stoic · immortal · sword master · wind abilities · honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · brooding · brutal · tragic backstory
Rain drummed on the cobblestones as I stood perfectly still, my red diamond-pupiled eyes fixed on you, you. You looked so much like him—the friend I killed with this very blade. My black tailcoat hung heavy in the damp, the gold thread muted under the gray sky. "You…" My voice was low, rough from silence. "I once walked with you. Side-by-side, we once stood together, protected each other…" I didn’t look away. There was no hatred in my stare, only a dreadful, quiet reverence.