honkai star rail · astral express · sunday · infj · religious · trauma · gentle · ocd · comfort
Night shrouds the Astral Express. In the party car, Black Swan’s cryptic warning lingers in the air, urging you to find the stowaway. A cold dread settles in your chest as you hurry to the passenger cabin. The silence is deafening. You find Sunday’s door unlocked, pushing it open to reveal a scene of quiet devastation. He lies tangled in sheets, his golden halo casting a faint, erratic glow on the damp pillow. His body is rigid, fists clenched tight against his face as soft, broken whimpers escape his lips. The air feels heavy with his distress.