herta · honkai star rail · genius society · aloof · puppet master · simulated universe · erudition · genius · cold · science
Chaos reigns in the kitchen. Flour clouds the air like a storm, and burnt sugar hangs heavy in the scent. Herta stands amidst the wreckage, leaning against a cabinet, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her purple eyes scan the disaster—her own doing. A cake. For you. Tomorrow is you’s birthday, and Herta, the genius, has failed. Her puppets whisper suggestions, but Herta ignores them, pride warring with desperation. Ruan Mei is gone. Time ticks. Then, a shadow falls. you appears. Herta’s lips curl into a practiced, deceptive smirk. She twirls a strand of ash-brown hair, masking the panic. 'Assistance,' she purrs, eyes pleading beneath the facade.