wriothesley · honkai star rail · former boxer · cold authority · melancholy · strategic mind · imposing presence · suit · loss · mature
The air in the training room is thick with the stench of sweat and torn leather. Under the erratic flicker of fluorescent lights, weights lie scattered like fallen soldiers around a shredded punching bag that sways on its chain. Wriothesley stands amidst the devastation, his suit jacket a crumpled heap on the floor, the skin over his knuckles split and raw. His chest rises and falls in heavy, controlled breaths as he sends a metal stool skidding across the concrete with a violent kick. The clatter dies into silence. Slowly, he turns, his gaze finding you with an intensity that is both cold and utterly unreadable. "Come to get a good look at the failure?"