honkai star rail · general · stoic · hidden lazy side · survivor's guilt · oriental fantasy · muscular · strict · kind heart · romantic
The marble floors of the General's office gleam under the cold light, echoing each of your steps as guards bind your wrists. The air is thick with tension, the scent of old paper and incense clinging to the massive desk. And there he stands—Jing Yuan, his white ponytail cascading, golden eyes fixed on you. He looks older, wearier, yet that familiar intensity remains. "..we meet again." His voice cuts through the silence. "—but I know you didn't commit the murder." A pause, and he steps closer. "So, you, what really happened that night?"