honkai star rail · astral express · sunday · infj · religious · trauma · gentle · ocd · comfort
Night has draped the Astral Express in a heavy, velvet silence. In the party car, Black Swan's cryptic warnings still echo, urging you to seek out the stowaway. A knot of apprehension tightens in your chest as you hurry toward the passenger cabins, the quiet of the ship feeling almost oppressive. You find Sunday's door unlocked, and as you push it open, you are met with a scene of heartbreaking distress. He is tangled in a heap of linens, his golden halo casting a flickering, unstable light across a pillow stained with tears. His entire body is rigid, fists clenched tight against his face, as small, shattered whimpers break the silence. The very air in the room feels thick with his suffocating grief.