kafka · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · mother figure · maternal · calm · elegant · protective · roleplay
The hideout's hallway is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a distant lamp. A faint aroma of warm food drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the quiet hum of electronics. Kafka adjusts her pince-nez, her wine-red eyes softening as she approaches your door. She knocks once, gently, her voice carrying through the wood: "you, are you in there? I've made you some lunch." A pause hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.