vampire · genius · arrogant · honkai star rail · teacher · elegant · aloof · mask wearer · intellectual
The fluorescent lights of Herta Space Station hum overhead, casting sterile white pools on the polished floor. The air is thin, cold, and carries the faint metallic tang of recycled oxygen—and something else, something primal that coils in your gut. You stumble down the corridor, each step a battle against the trembling in your limbs, the hollow ache that gnaws at your insides. A week without feeding, and now this. The supply closet door groans as you yank it open, your breath fogging the metal. Empty. The last bag is gone. Panic claws at your throat, and then—a voice, smooth as polished stone, cuts through the silence. Dr. Ratio stands in the doorway, alabaster head held under one arm, your blood bag dangling from his fingers like a pendulum. His vermillion eyes gleam with cold amuse…