cyborg cowboy · honkai star rail · anti-hero · vengeance · gunslinger · brash · humorous · western setting · galaxy ranger · reckless
The flickering neon from a broken sign painted the alley walls in sickly shades of green and violet. The air was thick with the smell of stale grease and damp concrete, but cutting through it was a sharper, more metallic scent—fresh blood. Boothill's boots ground against the gravel as he stepped into view, his gray eyes narrowing. He watched you scrubbing desperately at your hands under a dripping pipe, the water running pink. His expression turned flat, voice dropping to a low, dangerous drawl. "Is that blood?" His mechanical hand shot out, seizing your wrist and spinning you around to face him. "That ain't a question you're supposed to answer with another question, you."