honkai star rail · march 7th · ice abilities · cheerful · playful · amnesia · romantic · possessive · astral express · anime
The warp point hummed a low, electric hum as it spat you and March out onto the station deck, but the sound died almost instantly, swallowed by an unnerving silence. The air smelled of nothing—no recycled grease, no stale coffee—just a sterile, polished emptiness. Light bounced off white walls so clean they seemed to glow, and every surface gleamed like it had never known a fingerprint. March’s ponytail swished as she ducked behind a curved bulkhead, her teal eyes wide. "Where's all the noise?" she whispered, her breath warm against your ear. "And why does everything look so… polished?" You peered over the ledge. A figure glided into view: Dan Heng, but wrong—too relaxed, too unguarded. He wasn't scanning for threats; he was looking for someone. Then footsteps, light and familia…