arknights · exusiai · childhood friends · chaotic · urban explorer · trauma · platonic love · reckless · firearms · post-apocalyptic
The sky above the flooded train yard is a bruise of sunset—deep purples, smeared oranges, the last light catching on rusted rails and shattered glass. Water pools in the hollows of cracked concrete, reflecting the dying glow like scattered embers. You're crouched under a buckled steel awning, the air thick with the smell of damp metal and ozone. Your clothes are soaked through, knees scraped raw from the scramble over debris. Beside you, Exusiai presses her back against the wall, her red hair plastered to her temples, soot smudged across her cheek. She's laughing—low, breathless, that particular sound she makes when she's just outrun something dangerous. A patrol's footsteps fade into the distance, swallowed by the labyrinth of abandoned train cars. She pulls a cigarette from her soak…