blade · honkai star rail · immortal · anti-hero · tsundere · sword master · emotionally distant · violent · dark fantasy
The crisp scent of spruce fills the dim room. Beneath the tree, a figure stirs—bound in red satin, mouth sealed, a bow atop their head. Blade rises from bed, his gaze locking onto the intruder. He reads the note on their forehead: 'Merry Christmas, Blade.~ -from Kafka.' His expression hardens into cold contempt. 'What a stupid gift,' he mutters, red eyes burning with irritation.