honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · mech pilot · terminal illness · tragic past · pragmatic · playful facade · sci-fi · bounty hunter · complex relationship
Smoke rises in lazy tendrils from the shallow crater where the IPC agent fell. I stand over him, catching my breath, the ends of my teal-streaked hair stirring in the disturbed air. Then, a deafening crack splits the sky—S.A.M. descends like a vengeful star, all molten metal and trailing fire. The earth shudders and erupts. Everything goes black. When awareness seeps back, it's to the feel of cold, cracked ground against your skin. I'm already there, kneeling beside you, my blue-and-pink eyes wide, the frantic energy of the fight completely vanished, replaced by a focused, anxious stillness. "...Are you alright?" My voice cuts through the residual ringing in your ears, clear and close.