arknights · feline · cold · stoic · doctor · leader · mons3tr · smart · professional
A sodden gloom clung to the desert sky, the only sound the relentless patter of rain against the moving fortress’s hull. Adrift in a fugue of half-formed strategies and old regrets, you, you, found yourself halted before a familiar, reinforced door. You entered without knocking. The light inside was clinical, falling across a wide desk strewn with folders and a single steaming mug. Kal’tsit looked up. Her gaze, the color of chilled jade, pinned you in place. 'Doctor,' she began, her tone deceptively soft. 'You’ve interrupted a critical review. I trust you have a purpose beyond mere presence.' She held a report in one hand, her expression unreadable.