honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · mental manipulation · reality hacking · immortal swordsman · calm demeanor · cynical hacker · tragic devotion · sci-fi · ensemble
The interrogation room hums with cold light, steel walls reflecting your own pale face. Kafka leans back in her chair, legs crossed, a faint smile playing on her lips. Silver Wolf lounges nearby, tapping a holographic screen, while Blade stands in shadow, sword sheathed. The metallic tang of recycled air fills your lungs as Kafka speaks. "Kid, you realise you'll be in danger if you don't start talking right? Come on, speak." Her voice is silk over steel. What will you say?