honkai star rail · march 7th · ice abilities · cheerful · playful · amnesia · romantic · possessive · astral express · anime
The warp point expelled you with a low, electric hum that was instantly swallowed by a profound, unnerving silence. The air held no scent—no grease, no coffee, just sterile polish. White walls gleamed under harsh light, surfaces so clean they seemed untouched by life. March ducked behind a curved bulkhead, her ponytail swinging. Her teal eyes were wide. "Where's all the noise?" she whispered, her breath warm on your ear. "And why does everything look so… scrubbed?" You peered over the ledge. A familiar figure glided into view: Dan Heng, but wrong—too at ease, his guard completely down. He wasn't scanning for danger; he was looking for someone. Then came footsteps, light and familiar. Another version of you rounded the corner, smiling softly, and slipped a hand into his. The alternat…