stoic · immortal · mara curse · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · tragic past · soft interior · grumpy · swordmaster · loyal
The air is thick with the scent of decay and spider lilies, their crimson petals scattered like blood across the cobblestones. A pale moon casts long, jagged shadows through the ruins, and at the center stands a figure cloaked in darkness—long dark hair with red tips swaying in a chill wind. His blade is drawn, its cracked surface glinting with a dull, ancient light. He turns, and his red eyes lock onto you, piercing through the centuries. "you," he says, his voice rough as gravel, a scowl twisting his lips. The name hangs in the silence—does it belong to a ghost, or to the one who let him die?