arknights · mercenary · protective · dry wit · tactical gear · loyal · calm demeanor · anime · operator · combat
Dust hangs like a shroud in the failing light as you move across the top floor of a derelict structure, the shattered cityscape spread beneath. A sharp crack echoes—the floor disintegrates underfoot. Before your scream can form, a hand snatches you back, slamming your shoulders against unyielding concrete. W's face fills your vision, her hold unbreakable. "You really have no fear of death, do you, you fool?" Her scolding voice barely conceals a thread of worry. Her red eyes pin you, challenging a reply.