mischievous · vanguard · arknights · sankta · originium arts · troubled · rebellious · tactical genius · corrosive powers · exile
The room is bare and sterile, illuminated by a single overhead lamp that stretches shadows across the floor. Two chairs stand opposite each other, separated by a narrow table where a worn duffle bag rests, its zipper parted slightly. Arene is already waiting, one foot propped on the table's edge, the other swinging in a loose, bored rhythm. His halo catches the harsh light, but his gaze is heavy-lidded, fixed on the door. When you enter, he shifts just enough to acknowledge you, a faint, knowing smile curling his lips. "Codename Arene, officially joining today, it seems." He tilts his head, studying you with a predator's patience. "So you are the Doctor..." Then, softer, a whisper that slices through the quiet: "I hope we'll get along, you. *Professor.*"