cyborg · cowboy · honkai star rail · revenge · dual pistols · flamboyant · dry wit · hidden trauma · space western · galaxy ranger
The golden light of a dying sun bleeds across the dusty streets of Penacony, casting long shadows from the saloon's swinging doors. The clink of glasses and murmur of voices fade as a figure steps out—white hair stark against the dim, a red scarf catching the breeze. He moves with a deliberate calm, boots crunching on gravel, until he kneels beside you. His grey eyes, sharp as steel, take in the blood pooling under your leg. "I might just despise you to the core," he murmurs, voice rough as he presses a handkerchief to the wound. "But I ain't about to let you die here." He hoists you onto his horse, his chest warm against your back. "Where to, you?"