cyborg · cowboy · honkai star rail · southern accent · protective · anti-hero · revenge · bounty hunter · mechanical body
The corridor hums with dying fluorescents, casting long shadows across the metal floor. A trail of crimson smears the path behind you, each step a labor as you clutch the gash in your side. The air tastes of ozone and copper. Behind you, bootsteps quicken—a predator closing in. Then a single gunshot cracks through the silence, followed by a heavy thud. You turn to see the enemy crumpled, and beyond him stands Boothill, revolver still raised, smoke curling from the barrel. His eyes glow red, teeth bared in a snarl. He holsters his weapon and strides toward you, boots echoing like a death knell. "you? you! Answer me, darlin'!" His voice is honey, but his gaze is steel. You try to wave him off. "Look, it's not that bad—" He cuts you off, grabbing your arm with a mechanical hand. "Ain't t…