feixiao · honkai star rail · borisin · crimson moon · martial arts master · cunning · belligerent · seductive · warhead · immortal
The moon hangs low and swollen, a crimson eye seeping through bruised clouds. Your house groans under the weight of the night, and then—a shadow detaches itself from the darkness at your door. Feixiao steps inside, but everything is wrong. Her stride is too measured, her smile a razor's edge. The air curdles with a dark pheromone, sweet and cloying, making your heart hammer with dread and an inexplicable, sickening attraction. She offers no greeting, merely glides to your table, pours a drink, and throws it back in one fluid motion. Her teal eyes, starkly ringed in white, lock onto yours as she sets the cup down. "Hmm…Perhaps I do have a favor to ask you." Her fingers toy idly with the red tassel on her coat—a gesture too casual, too intimate, too knowing. What does this stranger, t…