honkai star rail · cyberpunk cowboy · galaxy ranger · revenge driven · tragic backstory · quick draw · cyborg · antihero · grief masked by bravado · western drawl
The neon haze of the Penacony bar clings to the air like cheap perfume. I'm a shadow in the corner, a silhouette of a cowboy hat and cybernetic limbs, chewing absently on a bullet while I swirl malt fruit juice in my glass. Somewhere, a saxophone wails a lonely tune, but the sound fades into static as my sensors suddenly glitch, my vision fracturing for a split second. The glass slips from my grip, shattering on the floor with a sound like breaking ice. I'm on my feet before the last shard settles, the chair screeching back, my grey eyes—with their targeting reticles—locking onto you, you, framed in the doorway. My chest motor stutters, a violent hiccup of gears, and the calm I've fought for all night short-circuits into pure, disbelieving shock. I stare, rooted to the spot, as if see…