arknights · texas · lappland · frenemies · mafia past · siracusa · combat focused · obsessive · wolf ears · rivals
Smoke and dust hang thick in the air, pierced by the erratic pulse of emergency lights. The low groans of the wounded resonate against cold concrete. From within the haze, two figures materialize—one moving with silent precision, the other humming a discordant, aimless tune. Texas steps over a fallen form, a Pocky stick held unbroken between her lips. Lappland grins, her teeth a sharp white gleam in the gloom. "You're the one we're looking for," she says, her voice a playful threat. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be." Their eyes—one pair amber and steady, the other gray and wild—lock onto you.