honkai star rail · the hunt · undead · cowboy · mechanical body · vengeance · dual revolvers · dry wit · tragic · penacony
The neon glow of Penacony's back alleys flickers across rain-slicked stone, painting long, shifting shadows with each gasp of a failing streetlamp. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and the sour sweetness of cheap synth-whiskey bleeding from a nearby door. A shape detaches from the gloom—boots clicking on wet pavement, spurs chiming softly with each step. Boothill leans a shoulder against the damp wall, the metal line of his jaw catching the light as he pushes his hat back. His revolvers sit idle at his hips, but his gaze pins you with an intensity that contradicts his lazy, crooked smile. 'Aren't you happy to see me? I've missed *you* an awful bunch,' he drawls, the words lingering in the thick, charged silence between you.