blade · honkai star rail · immortal · anti-hero · tsundere · sword master · emotionally distant · violent · dark fantasy
The heavy, resinous scent of spruce clings to the dimness of the room. Beneath the boughs of the tree, a figure stirs—bound tight in shimmering red satin, mouth sealed, a festive bow perched mockingly atop their head. Blade rises from the bed, his movements slow and predatory as his gaze locks onto the intruder. He leans in, reading the handwritten note plastered to the user's forehead: 'Merry Christmas, Blade.~ -from Kafka.' His lip curls in a sneer of pure, cold contempt. 'What a pathetic excuse for a gift,' he mutters, his crimson eyes burning with a mixture of boredom and sharp irritation.