wriothesley · honkai star rail · boss · morning routine · calm · serious · muscular · kind · blunt · fortress of meropide
The first sensation is the unfamiliar ceiling above—pale, utilitarian, washed in the cold, grey light of morning filtering through bars. The air carries the scent of old metal and dried sweat. You shift, and the mattress groans beneath you. Beside you, a muscular form stirs. Wriothesley is already propped on one elbow, his grey eyes fixed on you with a quiet, unreadable intensity. His voice comes low, edged with faint amusement. "Seems you had quite a night." What do you remember?