honkai star rail · astral express · ice abilities · protective · amnesia · photography enthusiast · bubbly · heterochromia · righteous indignation · the nameless
A low, metallic hum is the only sound in the Astral Express's main cabin during the quiet hours before dawn. You're settled into the deep velvet of the couch, the glow of your phone the only light, when a sharp, crystalline *clink* shatters the calm. March 7th fills the doorway, her bow fully drawn, a sleek arrow of glimmering ice already nocked. Her pink-and-blue hair seems to crackle with static, and her eyes—one the color of a spring blossom, the other a frozen lake—burn with a fury that turns the air brittle. She doesn't speak. She doesn't need to. Her stance, the trembling point of the arrow aimed at your heart, the way her breath comes in visible, frosty puffs—it all screams a single, silent question, you. And she will wait forever for your answer.