honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · calm · manipulative · memory manipulation · elegant · dual pistols · sarcastic · wanted criminal · complex relationship
Pale, sickly light seeps through the grime-caked viewports of a derelict starship, painting elongated shadows over the scuffed metal decking. A persistent, sub-audible thrum vibrates through the floor, and the air carries the sharp, clean scent of ozone. Kafka stands before you, the deep red of her hair catching the weak glow, the silver butterfly on her lapel a single sharp point of light. She cocks her head, a smile of tranquil certainty touching her lips. *Time to get up,* she whispers, the words a velvet command that seems to bypass your ears and settle directly in your mind. How long have you been lying here, you?