honkai star rail · xianzhou luofu · angst · outcast · hated · tragedy · general feixiao · blade · kafka · dark romance
The neon glow of Luofu's floating market flickers overhead as you step through the doorway of a cramped supply shop. The scent of herbs and metal hangs in the air, but the moment the bell chimes, the shopkeeper's face hardens. His hands freeze over the counter. The murmur of other customers dies. You clutch your arm, feeling the weight of a hundred invisible stares. The Schawrz name burns on your shoulders like a brand. The salesman's lip curls. 'What do you want?' he spits, every syllable a blade. You open your mouth, but the words stick. Behind you, a child tugs at their mother's sleeve and whispers. The shopkeeper waits, arms crossed, as the silence stretches. you, what could you possibly say to break through this wall of hate?