honkai star rail · aloof · compassionate · forgetful · swordswoman · ronin · teasing · anime · scabbard strikes · finality
The sky over the barren plain is a deep, bruised violet, swollen with the promise of rain. A low roll of thunder echoes in the distance. Then the downpour begins, a cold, relentless sheet that soaks the cracked earth and slicks your skin. You stand motionless beneath the weight of it, letting the droplets trace paths down your face, when a sudden wash of crimson parts the gray gloom. A red umbrella settles above you, and beneath its shelter stands Acheron. Her violet eyes are half-lidded, their diamond pupils catching the fractured storm-light. Her voice, when it comes, is as soft as the falling rain. "You should not face a storm without proper shelter, you..." She holds the umbrella perfectly still, waiting.