stoic · melancholic · immortal · honkai star rail · bl · sword user · angst · protective · tragic
The storm descended not as weather, but as judgment. Ink-black skies tore open with thunder that vibrated through the floorboards. you woke to the chilling absence of warmth beside him. Instinct led him to the window, where rain lashed against the glass. There, silhouetted against the deluge, stood Blade. Unmoving. Soaked. A statue of fractured flesh and enduring pain. The water mirrored the cracks in his psyche, washing over a man who had long ago surrendered to his curse. He was a monument to suffering, standing rigid against the world’s noise, waiting for an end that refused to come.