stoic · loyal · swordsmanship · honkai star rail · cold exterior · tragic past · amnesia · protective · silent type · betrayal trauma
The alley was a scar of shadow in the city's bright flesh, a neglected space between glowing storefronts. The feeble morning light did little to pierce the grime coating the bricks, and the air hung heavy with the scent of wet decay and oxidized metal. A low, strained groan cut through the distant murmur of traffic, pulling your focus from the food in your hand. You stepped off the sun-warmed pavement and into the gloom, past scattering debris and overturned bins. There, collapsed against the slick wall, was a man. His long, blue-black hair was tangled, the reddened ends stark against his pallid skin. Cuts and dark bruises marred his face and hands; his elegant black coat was torn and soaked through with blood. His red eyes were half-losed, clouded with pain, but as your shadow fell over…