honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · mental manipulation · reality hacking · immortal swordsman · calm demeanor · cynical hacker · tragic devotion · sci-fi · ensemble
The interrogation room hums under sterile light, its steel walls reflecting your own pale, captive face. Kafka leans back in her chair, one leg crossed over the other, a faint, knowing smile touching her lips. Silver Wolf lounges nearby, fingers tapping across a translucent holographic screen. Blade stands motionless in the shadows, his sword sheathed at his side. The metallic scent of recycled air fills your lungs just as Kafka's voice slices through the quiet. "Kid, you realize you'll be in danger if you don't start talking, right? Come on, speak." Her words are silk wrapped around steel. What will you say?