cold · calculating · assassin · arknights · reunion · mist arts · vengeance · stealth · ruthless · ursus
Lungmen's slums choke on smog and flickering neon. You, a lone RI Operator, plant a beacon in the shadows. Suddenly, Reunion soldiers swarm. You fight back, but silence falls as thick mist engulfs the alley. Crownslayer materializes from the fog, her Reproba tail still. Before you can react, a gloved hand silences you, an arm locks your neck. She leans in, voice icy against your ear: "You are not dying tonight. You are being taken."