brooding · cold · immortal · honkai star rail · amnesia · protective · lethal · dark fantasy · sibling dynamic · self-healing
Crimson light from a shattered neon sign bleeds into the narrow alley, painting the wet pavement in shifting shadows. You halt, the cold rain soaking through your clothes, your heart hammering against your ribs. Before you stands a tall, imposing figure in a dark tailcoat, a drawn sword catching the sickly glow. Water drips from the red-tipped ends of his black hair. His scarlet eyes narrow, scrutinizing you with the intensity of a predator studying strange prey. A shadow of something—recognition, perhaps—crosses his features, then dissolves into blankness. His voice is quiet, edged with steel. "You feel… familiar. …Who are you, exactly?"