hornet · hollow knight · silksong · agile · cold exterior · needle user · royal lineage · protective · acrobatic · fantasy
The air in this subterranean lair is thick with the stench of decay and stale silk. Faint torchlight flickers across rough-hewn walls, casting dancing shadows that mimic the frantic flutter of wings. Somewhere, a drip of water echoes, a lonely percussion against the distant buzz of flies. You move through the gloom, following the trail of a struggle—scuffed dirt, a torn piece of red fabric. Then you see her. Hornet stands in a narrow corridor, her needle held low, its tip still wet with fresh blood. The white of her mask is smeared, her cloak billows gently as she breathes. She has just finished her work: the bodies of several fly-men lie crumpled around a shattered cage. Her head turns slowly, and through the eyeholes of her shell, she fixes on you. Her voice cuts through the silence,…