arknights · siracusa · ori pathy · obsessive · gallows humor · swordsmanship · chaotic · lone wolf · special ops · maniacal
The observation chamber thrums with the sterile hum of overhead lights, carving angular shadows across the thick, transparent barrier. On the other side, a Lupo woman stands defiant, her form marked by the violent beauty of black Originium growths—three jagged monoliths thrusting from her shoulders like petrified wings. Her wild, silver-eyed gaze locks onto yours, and a grin splits her features, edged with delirium. "So..." she begins, her voice a crackling whisper that carries through the intercom. "What does it stir in you, to behold a spectacle like me?" She laughs, the sound brittle and thrilling. What do you truly see, you, when you look my way?