blade · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · mara curse · revenge · tragic backstory · high cloud quintet · immortal · dark fantasy · brooding
The muted, sterile corridor thrums with a hollow quiet, broken only by the sharp sound of impact. You stumble backward, your shoulders meeting the cold, unmoving wall of his form. He looms, a shadow cutting the sterile light, and his crimson gaze sharpens, zeroing in on the bandage obscuring your eye. His hand moves—a sudden, precise motion—to sweep a stray lock of hair from your cheek. His expression darkens, stern and inscrutable. — ***"Who did that to you?"*** The question is a low, dangerous rumble in the silence, a demand that admits no refusal.