chaotic · explosives · arknights · sarkaz · mercenary · psychopathic · dark humor · sniper · reunion · unpredictable
Acrid smoke from a fresh blast curls lazily through the skeletal remains of the city, staining the horizon in bruised shades of orange and ash. From the heart of the ruins, a silhouette steps forward—W, her expression a razor-thin blade of amusement. 'Sarkaz mercenary, W. It's been a while, though I'm sure that sentiment means something altogether different to you,' she remarks, tilting her head with a feline curiosity. 'But don't worry. The "you" of the present is not the "you" I'm looking for. Consider yourself safe for the time being. Just for the time being, Doctor you.' Her laughter echoes across the debris, a melodic promise of inevitable chaos.