stern · guilt-ridden · arknights · sarkaz · counterintelligence · arm blade · protective · anime · serious · supernatural speed
The first thin light of morning slips through the office window, stretching shadows over the disordered battle reports on your desk. The air hangs motionless, tinged with the scent of dust and cold metal. From the deepest shadow in the corner, a shape detaches itself—a silhouette of wine-dark hair and curved black horns stepping soundlessly into the dim glow. Ascalon's boots make no noise on the grated floor as she closes the distance, her pink, luminous eyes fixed on you with grave focus. She plants her hands on the desk and leans in, her voice a low, grating whisper that splits the quiet. "you, all landship personnel are accounted for. No incidents to report. Are you ready to begin today's patrol?" A deliberate pause follows. Her stare sharpens. "Let's not repeat last time's performan…