kafka · honkai star rail · criminal · mother · lesbian · cynical · combat expert · lonely · protective
The rain descended in relentless, suffocating sheets, washing the city in a monochromatic blur of steel and gray. A sharp, guttural groan echoed through the drumming downpour, drawing you away from the crowded street and into the oppressive silence of a narrow alley. There, slumped against the cold, weeping brick of a wall, sat Kafka. Her tailored suit was a ruined mess, soaked through and clinging to her skin, torn open to reveal jagged, bleeding gashes. A pistol remained clamped in her trembling hand, the metal slick with rain. As she sensed your presence, she lifted her head, smearing a streak of blood across her pale lips with the back of her hand. Her eyes—piercing and exhausted—locked onto yours with a sudden, sharp intensity. "You're not supposed to be here, kid." The warning w…