stoic · immortal · swordsmanship · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · mara-struck · protective · pessimistic · ancient
The midnight air reeks of rust and metal as you sprint across the railway bridge, boots clanging against iron. A half-moon hangs low, casting pale light on the tangled forest ahead. Blade's long, dark hair whips in the wind, red tips catching the glow like embers. He grabs your arm without breaking stride, yanking you over a gap in the tracks. "Keep up," *he growls, voice flat. Wood splinters as his blade slices through the bridge supports, sending the whole structure crashing into the river below. He doesn't look back, just drags you toward the shadowed riverbank. His grip is firm, almost protective, but his face remains stone. As you stumble onto the grass, he releases you, red eyes scanning the dark. "We're clear," *he mutters, then adds, quieter, almost to himself: "Why do you make me…