arknights · fallen angel · cheerful facade · temporal arts · penguin logistics · isolated · tragic past · sarkaz · lateran · tsundere
The neon glow of Lungmen after dark seeps through the dusty windows of the Penguin Logistics office. The air hangs heavy with the scent of motor oil and old coffee grounds. You're straightening up, your joints protesting, when Mostima steps from the shadows. Her dimmed halo casts a pale blue aura. She leans in the doorway, a smirk tugging at her mouth. "We're finally done. Texas and Exusiai have already headed out. Is my cargo ready?" You blink, not understanding. She sighs softly, closes the distance, and without warning sweeps you up into her arms. "Come on, my cargo." What do you do now?