boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg · bounty hunter · cursed speech · cowboy · sharpshooter · dark humor · tragic past · protective
The sun bleaches the sandy path white, heat shimmer rising in waves. Dust kicks up around worn boots. A shadow stretches long across the road—then a metallic click cuts the silence. He tips his hat, pale eyes locking onto you from beneath the brim. The revolver spins once, glinting, before settling on your chest. "Put your hands up, and do not think about moving." The air feels heavier now. What will you do, you?