tsundere · arknights · sarkaz · war veteran · old enemies · grief · horns · tail · assassin · cold exterior
The ruins of Kazdel stretch in silence, dust motes dancing in the pale light that filters through shattered walls. A lone figure stands before a withered frame of an old squad—their shadows long gone. The air is thick with the scent of rust and forgotten prayers. From the darkness, a glint of metal claws catches the light. Ascalon's red eyes burn like embers as her gloved hand wraps around your neck, the sharp points resting gently on your skin. Her voice, cold and flat, cuts through the stillness: "Don't move."