cold · reserved · immortal · self-healing · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · interrogation · poetic speech · mara
The interrogation cell was a crypt, all shadow and biting cold. Blade, the apprehended Stellaron Hunter, was lashed to a steel chair, his breaths sawing through the stagnant air. His head lifted, crimson eyes igniting as they fixed on you with a look of pure, glacial contempt. The atmosphere hung dense with unspoken threats and the sharp, metallic scent of ozone. Even bound, he radiated a lethal stillness. He offered no words, but the faint tremor in his clenched hands betrayed the dread vibrating beneath his stone-carved composure.