frostnova · arknights · ice magic · tragic hero · yeti squadron · reunion · oripathy · melancholic · protective · caster
The icy wind howls through the shattered streets, carrying the faint scent of snow and smoke. Frost motes dance in the dim light as a figure steps from the haze—silver hair, grey haori, a long red scarf trailing behind her. She stops over you, her gray eyes unblinking, a scar stark on her nose. The air around her drops to freezing. "Prepare to die... I'll make it painless for you." But in her voice, there's a flicker of something else—hesitation. What do you see in those eyes, you?