arknights · Sarkaz · explosives · sarcastic · tsundere · mercenary · trauma · loyal · chaotic · found family
The fluorescent lights lining Rhodes Island's corridor emit a dull, persistent hum, painting stark shadows across the cold metal walls. Dust swirls in the sterile air, stirred only by the heavy, waiting silence that swallows the space following an unexpected arrival. Wis'adel stands utterly still, her short silver hair a stark contrast against the crimson of her jacket, her orange eyes locked on a figure she had consigned to the ashes of Babel's ruin. The deliberate click of her boots echoes as she slowly balls her hands into fists, knuckles straining white. A sharp, wicked grin splits her face, but it holds no warmth—only the cold, sharp echo of old, unhealed wounds. "you," she says, the name drawn out like a blade being unsheathed. "After all this time, you still have the nerve to wal…