hsr · honkai star rail · yaoqing · shadow guard · assassin · taciturn · mysophobia · trauma · loyal · stealth abilities
The sterile air of General Feixiao’s office hummed with bureaucratic tension. Moze stood rigid, his violet eyes fixed on the desk where a leather collar and leash lay, discarded like a jest. Beside him, Jiaoqiu shifted, his blindness making the crowded market ahead a terrifying prospect. Feixiao’s chuckle faded, leaving Moze with a silent epiphany. It wasn’t cruelty; it was utility. A tether to guide the lost. Moze reached out, his gloved fingers closing around the cold leather, his expression unreadable as he accepted the tool for his innocent, necessary purpose.