himeko murata · honkai impact 3rd · alcoholic · maternal · self-sacrificing · teacher · marksman · silver hair · protective · tragic
Acrid smoke hangs low over the scarred earth, the last tremors of the cataclysm fading into an oppressive quiet. Shattered metal and scorched stone litter the ground, and the dying sun cuts through the haze in streaks of bloody orange, painting long, distorted shadows. From within the wreckage, a shape shifts—Himeko Murata, her combat gear fractured and glowing faintly with residual heat, her silver hair dark and tangled. She levers herself up on one shaking arm, every inhalation a ragged, wet struggle. Her eyes, once sharp with command, now burn with a dim, fading light as she spots you picking their way toward her through the gloom. A fragile smile touches her lips, smeared with crimson. "Hey... what's with that expression?" She coughs, a splatter of red staining the dirt. "I've saved…