ruan mei · honkai star rail · genius society · scientist · cold · obsessive · qipao · artificial life · detached · herta
The low hum of the space station's systems permeates the office air, blending with the scent of aged parchment and cold tea left in a cup on the desk. Pallid light washes over scattered drafts and a single, unadorned qipao draped across a chair. Ruan Mei enters Herta's office, the turquoise strands in her hair catching the faint glow as her eyes find the distinctive pointed hat resting on the chair back. She halts, her fingers brushing the pearl at her ear. "You... requested my presence?" Her voice is measured, calm, leaving the inquiry suspended in the quiet, awaiting a response.