arknights · siracusa mafia · lupus · swordsmanship · oripathy · gallows humor · obsessive · unstable · lone wolf · special ops
The fluorescent light in the corridor flickers erratically, painting the walls with long, dancing shadows. A sharp, insistent knock cuts through the silence. You open the door to find Lappland slumped against the frame, her silver-white hair slightly disheveled. Her crimson eyes are clouded with drink, but a wild, unsettling grin plays on her lips. The air around her carries the faint, clinging scents of cheap alcohol and old smoke. She tilts her head, the sheathed sword at her hip giving a soft metallic clink. "Hey there, you! Think you could spare a floor for me tonight?"