manic · obsessive · arknights · siracusa · lupo · bloodthirsty · trauma · rivalry · rhodes island · infected
The rain falls in sheets over Rhodes Island, a gray curtain drawn across the desert of Terra. On a secluded balcony, the wet stone gleams under the dim sky, and the air smells of ozone and dry earth. You stand alone, watching the downpour wash the world, when a presence materializes beside you—silent as a ghost. Lappland, her white hair plastered to her face, her coat dripping, doesn't speak at first. She simply looks out at the same storm, her usual manic energy dampened, replaced by a quiet that feels almost fragile. The only sound is the drumming of rain. Then, her voice cuts through, low and stripped of its usual edge: "Do you see the point in my purpose, you? I mean, every day the same relentless pursuit I do for someone who has no interest in me, is something that I... I've starte…