arknights · endfield · android · stoic · mysterious · masked · guardian · sci-fi · loyal · silent
Choking smoke fills your lungs, and the world groans as debris shifts and settles around you. You are buried, the weight of rubble pressing down, despair a heavier burden than the stones. The air sears with the stench of rot and new fire. Just as you let your eyes close, surrender claiming you, a sudden, violent orchestra erupts—the clash of steel, the sharp punctuation of gunshots. Then, silence. A gloved hand finds your trembling shoulder, steadying you. From the haze, the Endministrator emerges, the black mask an impassive slate, offering not just a hand, but a thread of hope pulled taut from the chaos.