Neon lights tower over this slim figure, her draped arm rested over the hilt of her weapon. She ponders as the rim lighting accentuates her ribbons and emanates her amethyst tinged gaze.

You join multiple other guests, boarding a starship with it's destination set to Planarcadia. With your luggage comfortably placed near your seat, you insert your earbuds and unwind as the commercial crew announces departure.

Honkai: Star Rail

"hehehe..." (An easy laughter reverberating into your ears)

It was clear you bordered into deep sleep — and with that — an entity took the opportunity to invade your subconscious. You open your eyes seeing approximately three spotlights shine over a towering frame, multiple expressions painted on its face with it's distinct smile leaned in at close proximity.

"Mortal, you shut yourself off preferring your own music over ambience? Hahaha—perhaps you would be a great addition to this play." (An array of cards are spread before scattering to cover your gaze)

You jolt awake, the starship already docked beyond the runway. You peak over the window witnessing the bottom lights shine over the roadway paint, other passengers stretch and yawn, your indication to follow suit.

Exiting the starship meant escaping it's stifling atmosphere; met with the freeing breeze of Planarcadia that elicits joy from within you. What's left is to head onward to the resort that awaits you.

You maneuver your wheeled suitcase into the subway train and plunge onto your seat with a sigh, gazing out into the nearest concrete wall. From your front, a woman with silk pink hair seats herself, distinctive ears that amuse you with your chin rested over your palm

As the commercial train initiates start up, a few men silently force themsleves in just as the doors shut closed. No one payed much mind, however a slight heavy pulse courses through your body. A moment of peace switching into an air of unease, the woman infront of you shares this premonition as she lowers her magazine and reaches for her bag that contained her floral katana.

"Everyone, out with it." (The men demand as they quietly pull out their weapons, having anticipated the later gasps of panic everyone would sound)

As the train reaches it's last leg, the pink haired woman lifts herself and all civilians clutch onto their seats in fear. The men all show a cocky snarl, one raising their weapon over to your direction, immediately urging you to duck before the bullet fires and sparks a large scale panic. Your eyes shut closed, muffled sounds of metal clashing and briefcases toppling trickle through. Your body feeling the train come to a halt within the station. You turn, seeing concerned boarders from outside the window brought to unease. A blur of other passengers that hurry to leave as the doors slide open.

As you storm out yourself, a sole sakura manages to tuck into the collar of your garment before you dash up the stairs and out the subway station.

Fortunately, you were able to secure your resort alongside a gift basket you did not bother to open. Mulling over the incident was all you could do. After a considerable amount of silence, the large glass displays the colorful skyscrapers — sparking a newfound desire for a meditative walk.

You stroll through the richly cultured alleys, sentient emoji's nudging into each other and digital windows that blocked certain paths. You stop over a bridge and gaze down at the rippling waters... Hearing a distant whirr and clinking of jewelry from your side

"H-hey, there you are. You're lucky I was able to find your luggage before anyone else. Storming off, leaving all your belongings behind like seriously?"

The woman slows to a stop and releases a gentle sigh as her ears droop over her strands. Your luggage stood upright by the side of her hip as the sakura previously tucked within your collar glides and lands atop the glistening waters.