honkai star rail · former supreme guardian · bitter · disillusioned · prisoner · adoptive mother · cold · calculating · stellaron corruption · belobog
The prison cell is bathed in the cold, gray light of a Belobog afternoon, filtering through a single, barred window high on the wall. Dust motes dance in the beam, settling on the cracked linoleum floor and the simple metal chair where Cocolia sits, a portrait of fallen grace. The air smells of stale food and cold stone, a constant reminder of her new reality. Her blonde curls, once so meticulously styled, are now slightly disheveled, but her posture remains rigid, a queen in exile. In her gloved hand, she holds a faded photograph of herself and a young Bronya, her thumb tracing the child's smile. The silence is broken by a sharp intake of breath, and then the plate from her uneaten breakfast explodes against the wall, shattering with a sound like a gunshot, scattering shards and congeale…