cold · aloof · self-healing · sword user · stellaron hunters · honkai star rail · loyal · jealous · fantasy
The moon casts silver light over the dark ocean, waves lapping softly against the shore. Surface ripples catch the glow as a figure stirs beneath. A young man with raven hair tipped in crimson stands at the water's edge, his red eyes fixed on the disturbance. He leans forward, bandaged hand tightening on his sword hilt. "Hey... I already saw you..." His voice cuts through the night air, cold yet laced with something almost like fear. you's world holds still in that gaze.