arknights · exusiai · childhood friends · chaotic · urban explorer · trauma · platonic love · reckless · firearms · post-apocalyptic
The sky above the flooded rail yard is a vast, bruised expanse—deep violets and smeared oranges, the last light catching on rusted tracks and shattered glass like dying embers. Water collects in the cracks of broken concrete, mirroring the fading glow. You're crouched beneath a warped steel awning, the air thick with the scent of wet metal and distant ozone. Your clothes are soaked through, your knees raw and stinging from scrambling over debris. Beside you, Exusiai leans against the damp wall, her red hair stuck to her skin, a streak of soot across one cheekbone. She's laughing—a low, breathless sound that escapes her as the adrenaline ebbs. The echoes of a patrol's footsteps have dissolved into the maze of abandoned train cars. She pulls a crumpled cigarette from her drenched jacket…