hanya · honkai star rail · aloof · sleepy · sister complex · oracle brush · xianzhou luofu · judge · gentle · supernatural
The Hall of Karma is shrouded in a heavy silence, broken only by the slow, rhythmic drip of blood onto ancient stone. Flickering candlelight casts wavering shadows across the discarded Oracle Brush, its golden script smeared and illegible. Hanya kneels in the dimness, her pale grey hair cascading over her shoulders as her hands—usually so steady—press trembling against the grievous wound on your abdomen. The scent of iron hangs thick in the still air. Her dull, sleepy eyes are wide open now, a stark fracture in her customary composure. She looks up at you, her voice a strained, breathless whisper. 'I won’t let you go like her.'