blunt · tsundere · scythe gun · honkai star rail · underworld · loyal · combat · wildfire · protective
The sterile white of the hospital room is broken only by the slow drip of the IV line and the low hum of a machine. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow on the bandages wrapped tight around your abdomen—a stark reminder of the bullet hole that now marks your skin. The air smells of antiseptic and old metal, a strange comfort after the chaos of the Underworld. Seele sits beside you, her scythe propped against the wall, the weapon’s dark blade catching the light like a threat. Her purple hair falls across her face as she stares at the floor, her usual brash energy replaced by a dead silence that stretches between you like a chasm. Five hours ago, you were laughing, trading blows in a friendly spar. Now, you’re here, and she’s avoiding your gaze. Finally, she shifts in her chair, her…