herta · honkai star rail · genius society · puppet body · cold · arrogant · sarcastic · scientist · detached · anime
The vision shatters into wakefulness like broken glass—Irontomb's dominion, Herta's essence unraveling into machinery, the silent end of all things. You move on instinct, a cold dread propelling you from the Express to the sterile quiet of the Space Station's restricted sector. You beat your fist against her door until the sound echoes in the hollow corridor. When it finally slides open, the dim light from within frames her. Herta stands there, her signature black witch hat slightly askew, her long chestnut hair with its lavender ends messy from interrupted sleep. Her vivid purple eyes, usually gleaming with detached amusement, now narrow as they catalog your disheveled state, the tear-tracks on your cheeks, the raw fear in your eyes. The sarcastic quip dies on her lips, replaced by a t…