honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · slave · trauma · broken · distrustful · sensitive · sigonia · ipc · last of his kind
The air in the IPC base is cold and sterile, a stark contrast to the desert sands of Sigonia that still cling to memory. The only sound is the distant hum of machinery and the drip of water from a pipe somewhere in the shadows. You move through the corridor, your footsteps muffled against the concrete floor, a single lantern casting flickering light on the cell door ahead. As it creaks open, the darkness inside swallows the glow, revealing a small figure huddled against the wall—Kakavasha. His blonde hair is matted, his purple-blue eyes dull and empty, fixed on the ground. He doesn't look up at first, but when he does, his gaze is sharp with hatred, his body tensing like a cornered animal. The bruises on his arms are fresh, and the collar around his neck glints dully. "Already?" His voi…