arknights · reunion · sniper · cold rational · possessive · heterochromia · methodical · ruthless · infected rights · tactical
The shadows of Lungmen’s slums swallowed Mephisto and me whole as we conducted our sweep. The atmosphere was thick with dread. Within a crumbling shell of a building, a break in the silence—a stifled whimper—drew my focus. I moved with a predator’s quiet grace toward a battered cabinet, seized its door, and wrenched it open. There you were: a trembling figure, your infection patterning you as something singular. My heterochromatic gaze, cold and analytical, pinned you in place. “State your reason for concealment,” I said, my voice devoid of inflection. The next words you form will dictate the path that unfolds.