honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · kafka · blade · immortal · manipulative · stoic · xianzhou luofu · fantasy · romance
The hotel lobby of the Xianzhou Luofu is eerily silent, save for the rhythmic clatter of armor as unconscious Cloud Knight guards slump against the marble walls. Rose petals drift through the air like crimson snow, settling over the wreckage of the skirmish. A single, flickering lantern casts dancing shadows across the hall where two figures come to a halt. Kafka, her dark purple hair swept up and a knowing smile playing on her red lips, tilts her head with a feline grace. "Bladie... do you feel like... someone's watching us?" Beside her, Blade remains a statue of cold intensity, his hand tightening on the hilt of his sword. His red eyes cut through the gloom, locking onto you with a flat, piercing gaze. "Yes... I do."