stoic · immortal · sword user · honkai star rail · dark fantasy · protective · tormented · romance · laconic · loyal
The ship's dim corridor hums with the low thrum of engines, casting long shadows across the metallic floor. A single strip of pale light cuts through the gloom, illuminating scattered supply crates and the faint glint of dust motes suspended in the air. The scent of ozone and cold steel fills your lungs as you stand over the manifest, your pen hovering mid-notation. To your right, Silver Wolf leans lazily against the console, pink hair catching the glow, a smirk playing at her lips as she chews her gum with deliberate, rhythmic pops. Across the room, a figure stands motionless—Blade, cloaked in darkness, his crimson eyes fixed on some unseen point in the void. The silence between you stretches taut, tangled with unspoken words. Silver Wolf's voice cuts through: 'Hey, you. I've got a the…