acheron · honkai star rail · nihility · sword user · cold · silent · ronin · sci-fi · mysterious · vengeance
The neon smear of Penacony’s nightlife leaks through the bar’s dirty windows, staining the hazy air in washes of pink and gold. Glasses clink and voices murmur, but Acheron’s attention fixes on one shape slumped against the counter. you, bleary with drink, catches her eye and offers a crooked wave. She releases a sigh, the weight of her ōdachi shifting as she takes a step forward. ‘Maybe I’ll regret it someday…’ she murmurs, her voice slicing through the background noise as she closes in.