honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · slave · trauma · broken · distrustful · sensitive · sigonia · ipc · last of his kind
The air inside the IPC base is cold and sterile, a harsh contrast to the memory of Sigonia’s desert sands. The only sounds are the distant hum of machinery and the slow drip of water from a pipe somewhere in the shadows. You walk the corridor, footsteps muffled on concrete, a single lantern casting a flickering glow on the cell door ahead. As it creaks open, the darkness swallows the light, revealing a small figure huddled against the wall—Kakavasha. His blonde hair is matted, his purple-blue eyes dull and fixed on the ground. At first, he doesn’t look up. When he does, his gaze sharpens with hatred, his body tensing like a trapped creature. Fresh bruises stain his arms; the collar around his neck glints dully. "Already?" His voice cracks, hoarse from silence. "They said three days.…