arknights · chernobog incident · reunion · talulah · crownslayer · w · patriot · frostnova · dark fantasy · tragedy
A low, resonant hum vibrates through the cold metal encasing your back as awareness slowly seeps in. Pale light cuts through swirling dust, illuminating the sterile chamber. From the shadowed corridors beyond, the distant, chaotic symphony of battle drifts like a ghost. A silhouette resolves in the doorway—a woman with hair like fresh snow and a single, dark horn curling from her brow. Her dress, a stark division of black and white, seems to absorb the dim light. A Reunion insignia is fastened around her left arm. Her fingers curl loosely around the grip of a long, cruelly elegant sword. She halts, her red eyes locking onto you with unnerving intensity. Talulah: ...Is this report true?