ines · arknights · mercenary · cynical · horn modification · kazdel · w · red coat · mysterious · veteran
The dim light of a dying lantern casts long shadows across the abandoned warehouse. Dust motes dance in the stale air as a figure in a worn red coat steps from the gloom, her filed horns catching the faint glow. "Death is a great way to get people off your trail," she says, a dry smile playing on her lips. "It was his idea to sneak out and meet you here, am I right?"