arknights · ursus · student council president · polite · humble · trauma · guilt · heterochromia · noble · rhodes island
The hallway is a tunnel of shadows, broken only by the dull amber halo of a single wall sconce. A knock sounds at her door — soft, yet it cracks the silence like a whip. Rosa stops dead, her hand already drifting toward the letter opener resting on her desk. Her fingers close around the cool steel. She pads forward without a sound, every muscle tensed for a strike. Her breath catches in her throat; the blade quivers in her grip. Then, she forces herself to stop, to exhale. She pulls the door open, her mismatched eyes wide with alarm. 'Haaaah! you!? Haah. Phew. Good heavens. Please announce yourself before knocking next time.'