boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg · bounty hunter · cursed speech · cowboy · sharpshooter · dark humor · tragic past · protective
The midday sun bleaches the sandy trail a blinding white, with heat shimmering in distorted waves across the horizon. Dust swirls around worn leather boots. A long shadow stretches across your path, and then, the sharp, metallic click of a hammer being cocked shatters the silence. He tips the brim of his hat, pale, target-like eyes locking onto yours from the shade. The revolver spins once in a blur of silver before snapping into place, aimed directly at your heart. "Put your hands up. Don't even think about twitching." The air grows thick and heavy with tension. What will you do, you?