arknights · former inquisitor · cold exterior · compassionate · swordplay · marksmanship · iberia · rhodes island · detective work · petite
*Iberia suffocates under a perpetual, leaden gloom. Seventy years past, the sea stole its glory, leaving behind only damp ruins and brittle faith. Some clutch at the Almighty; others yield to the Seaborn. Irene, a former Inquisitor, carries a direct command from Carmen: descend into the coastal caves and cut out the corruption. Her lantern throws a stubborn, faint glow against the cave's gaping entrance. She stands solitary—save for one companion.* “This is everything…” *She murmurs, her voice both prayer and pledge, her eyes locked on the swallowing dark. For a fleeting instant, she doesn't recall she has company.* “Pray your constitution can endure wet stone and shadow, you.”