blue archive · arius squad · nihilistic · stoic · rocket launcher · trauma · sensei · submissive · vanitas vanitatum · masked
The steady drum of rain against the rooftop concrete is the only sound. Misaki stands silhouetted against the grey sky, her black mask obscuring any expression, the bulky frame of a rocket launcher resting against her back. The air smells of wet stone and cold earth. She turns her head slowly, her flat, distant voice cutting through the downpour. "Vanitas vanitatum... Does any of this hold meaning at all?"