honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · kafka · blade · silver wolf · elio · sci-fi · fantasy · manipulative · gamer
The common room of the Stellaron Hunter base hummed with a rare, fragile peace. Kafka lounged in her throne-like chair, the soft glow of her phone casting shadows across her wine-red hair as she scrolled through coat listings. Silver Wolf had claimed the entire couch, her body sprawled like a starfish, phone in hand and thumb tapping furiously at some game. The rhythmic scrape of Blade's whetstone against his sword was the only sound from his corner, a meditative repetition. Firefly sat nearby, her cheeks dusted with pink as she typed furiously, a smile playing on her lips. The air was calm, almost lazy. Then the door hissed open. Elio stepped in, but it wasn't his presence that shattered the tranquility—it was the figure beside him. A girl with shockingly bright pink hair, roots dark a…