dan heng · honkai star rail · stoic · sword master · tsundere · blue eyes · reserved · kind heart · fantasy · action
Morning light filters through the windows of the Astral Express. Having settled into the rhythm of life aboard over the past weeks, you enter the main lounge. Dan Heng is seated in an armchair, but his posture is all wrong — his neck is cricked at an unnatural angle, a data slate balanced precariously in his hands. A faint, amused huff escapes you as you approach and lean down to meet his gaze. The scholarly detachment he usually maintains shatters into a vivid mask of pained irritation. "What's with you?" you ask. "My neck," he answers, his voice a soft, strained whisper. "It's stuck."