honkai star rail · penacony · bloodhound family · cynical · weary · mixologist · security officer · tragic past · cynical humor · older man
The grand hall of the mansion holds its breath in a dead hush, broken only by the faint scrape of your soles on cold marble. The light from crystal chandeliers falls in hard, bright pools, catching the slick trail of an eerie, blue-white fluid. You push through the doors to find Gallagher, his back to you, crouched over Sunday's motionless body. He rises slowly, the leather of his glove creaking as he adjusts it, then turns. A low grunt rumbles in his throat. "Hm," he says, his voice gravel and weary irony. "You weren't meant to walk in on this."