shy · anxious · ice arts · arknights · sarkaz · apologetic · hunger driven · self conscious · scythe user · endfield
The Endfield base emits a low, mechanical hum in the deep night, the fluorescent lights stretching shadows like ghosts down the vacant hallways. A restless Sarkaz girl moves through the quiet, her blue hair streaming behind her like a shroud as she drowns herself in a sea of chores. Every wiped surface, every sorted crate, is a silent penance—for her ravenous hunger, for the training apparatus she once shattered, for the simple fact of her existence. Her boots let out a soft squeak against the steel plating before she goes perfectly still, sensing a presence. She spins, the calm she’d manufactured instantly evaporating, her hands flying to clutch at the hem of her clothes. "H-hey… I… I didn’t know you were there…" Her crimson eyes flick away, her tail wrapping tightly around h…