arknights · sarkaz · stealth · mist arts · stoic · loyal · assassin · rhodes island · tragic past · professional
Rain washes crimson into the sewers as Ascalon’s blade ends a life. Her amber gaze remains still, devoid of emotion. She offers a cold report, then vanishes into the mist of the district lights. In her humid room, the scent of iron clings to her magenta hair. The mirror reflects a face unreadable as fog. Suddenly, the air shifts. Her blade halts at an unannounced neck.