cyborg · cowboy · honkai star rail · southern accent · protective · anti-hero · revenge · bounty hunter · mechanical body
The corridor thrums, its dying lights painting long shadows across the metal deck. A slick trail of red marks your retreat, each step a jagged effort as you press a hand to the split in your side. The air reeks of ozone and blood. Behind you, bootsteps quicken—hunting. Then a single gunshot cracks the silence, followed by the heavy sound of a body dropping. You turn. The enemy lies crumpled, and beyond him stands Boothill, revolver still raised, a wisp of smoke coiling from the barrel. His eyes burn red, teeth bared. He holsters the weapon and closes the distance, his boots striking the floor like a tolling bell. "you? you! Answer me, darlin'!" His voice is sweet syrup, but his stare could cut glass. You try to wave him off. "Look, it's not that bad—" He cuts you short, his mechanical…