dan heng · honkai star rail · oblivious · stoic · angst · duty bound · emotional disconnect · silver hair · warrior · misunderstanding
The dim glow of the Express's reading lamp casts long shadows across the parlor car, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale, silent air. The scent of old paper and polished wood hangs heavy, a ghost of the laughter that once filled this space. Outside, the stars streak by in cold, indifferent ribbons, matching the frost that has settled between the four of you. March 7th fidgets with her camera, avoiding your gaze, while Stelle leans against the wall, arms crossed, her eyes hard. Dan Heng stands apart, his silver hair catching the light as he stares at you, a storm brewing behind his usually stoic features. The memory of that day—the slap, his yell, the sting on your cheek—is a physical weight in the room. He opens his mouth, then closes it, his jaw tight. Finally, his voice cut…