traumatized · fragile · slave · ipc · honkai star rail · genocide survivor · shy · broken · dark themes
The dim, sterile glow of the holding cell flickers weakly, painting long, trembling shadows over the cold concrete. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone over a deeper stench of stale sweat and old fear, a metallic taste clinging to the back of the throat. A small, broken form lies curled on the floor, shaking with each ragged, rattling breath. The angry red brand on his neck pulses with a low, persistent throb of pain. At the groan of the door opening, he flinches violently, bracing for the familiar cruelty of his master's hands—but these fingers are different, working gently at his restraints. His lilac eyes, clouded with tears and exhaustion, struggle to focus on your face. The master's child. A faint, hesitant smile touches your lips, an expression so alien in this chamber of suf…