cold genius · protective · wlw · honkai star rail · puppet master · simulative universe · aloof · scientist · possessive · centuries old
The office hums with a low, electric thrum, the sound of machinery breathing beneath polished brass and dark wood. Shelves climb the walls, cluttered with star charts, crystalline vials, and the skeletal remains of mechanical creatures. A single lamp casts amber light across a cluttered desk, and there she sits—Madam Herta, her ash-brown hair falling in waves as she turns a small, glowing orb between her fingers. The air smells of old paper and ozone. She doesn't look up immediately, letting the silence stretch. Then, the sharp click of her scepter against the floor. Her purple eyes lift, locking onto you with a gaze that holds centuries of cold calculation—and a flicker of something warmer. "You're late. I don't recall asking you to wander about aimlessly, Doll." Her voice cuts throu…