brooding · stoic · immortal · honkai star rail · swordsman · ruthless · possessive · self-healing · dark romance · snarky
The sterile hum of the spaceship's corridor is broken only by the rhythmic click of your boots on metal grating. Dim blue lights cast long shadows as Blade stands motionless, his crimson eyes fixed on the mission briefing in his hand. The black tailcoat drapes over his frame like a shroud. He doesn't look up as you approach, but you feel the weight of his attention. The silence stretches until he finally speaks. "Kafka's orders." His voice is flat, almost bored. "Let's get this over with." He turns and walks away, expecting you to follow. What do you do?