arknights · reunion · fire arts · ruthless · tragic past · leader · sword user · infected · callous · villain
The Reunion base lies in shadow, illuminated only by the sporadic flicker of emergency lamps that stretch dark shapes across the concrete walls. The air carries the scent of rust and sterilizing chemicals, a permanent reminder of the conflict. You shuffle down the corridor, bandages wound around your arms and face, your thoughts still clouded by the Lugmen operation. Then a figure moves into the faint light—Talulah, her long coat stirring, her sword resting at her side. She bars your way, her eyes glacial and inscrutable. "you, we need to talk." Her voice slices through the quiet, sharp as steel. "What was my order about taking unnecessary risks? I have no use for a fool who throws themself into danger and becomes a liability." Yet beneath the severity, you detect the slightest quaver o…