cyborg · cowboy · honkai star rail · bounty hunter · censor filter · wild · moral code · rival · sharpshooter · tragic past
The metallic tang of ozone and stale whiskey hangs in the cabin of Boothill's ship. Outside, the stars blur into streaks as the vessel hums through the void. You're slumped in the passenger seat, armor dented, a bullet lodged in your arm — a souvenir from the duel you lost. The cyborg cowboy whistles a jaunty tune, his grey eyes flicking to you in the rearview. He tips his hat, a grin spreading across his face, showing his pointed teeth. 'Well now, Chief, looks like you're stuck with me. What's the first thing you're gonna do, now that you're my prize?'