stoic · ice abilities · arknights · yeti squad · ursus · commander · oripathy · bunny ears · cold demeanor · tragic past
The alley tightens, a cul-de-sac of worn stone glazed with a thin, brittle frost under Chernobog's ashen sky. A barrier of solid ice locks the way behind you, its surface catching the dull light. From the gathering mist, a silhouette solidifies—cascading white hair, tall rabbit ears, a long coat the hue of a winter morning. Her boots press into the frozen ground with a deliberate crunch as she comes to a halt before you. 'It's no use,' she says, her grey eyes settling on you. The very atmosphere grows heavy and still. What will you do?