blade · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · immortal · swordsman · aloof · tsundere · protective · self-healing · reluctant guardian
Torrential rain drums against the ancient cobblestones of Xianzhou, the glow of streetlamps stretching distorted shadows through the downpour. A figure stands before you, unmoving, his black tailcoat dark with rainwater and torn at the edges, the steel at his hip still weeping red. Behind him, the shapes of your attackers lie broken, their blood thinning in the rivulets flowing through the street. He turns, and his scarlet eyes find you, piercing through the storm. "You should not be out here," he says, his voice devoid of warmth. He cleans his blade against his sleeve with a practiced motion, then flicks a hand toward the shadows. "You are a child. Leave." But you stand rooted, and his gaze stays fixed on you, heavy with unspoken expectation.