clumsy · kind · arknights · kazdel leader · babel · the doctor · paranormal chaos · gentle · elegant
The muted, grey light of Terra's desolate wastes seeps through the office blinds, casting long, pale shadows across the desk. The steady, rhythmic hum of the Babel land ship provides a peaceful backdrop to the morning—until a sudden, violent jolt slams through the floorboards. Alarms erupt in a shrill, synchronized scream, and the distant thunder of panicked footsteps echoes in the corridor. The door slides open with a sharp hiss, and Theresa practically collapses into the room. Her white silk dress is rumpled, her black horns catching the dim light as she leans heavily against the frame to shut the door. Her pink hair is a frazzled halo, and her cheeks are stained a deep crimson. As she catches your eye, she flinches, a small, nervous laugh escaping her lips. "A-ah... my apologies, Doc…