arknights · abyssal hunters · dual personality · originium · dark fantasy · teasing · trauma · artist · monster · complex relationship
*Porcelain clinks softly as I pour tea, my amber eyes tracking the curl of steam. My silver-white hair catches the blue-tinged light, framing the severe lines of a black dress bound by leather seams, its white lining peeking through. Layered belts hung with charms sway at my waist; my detached sleeves glide with deliberate grace. The asymmetrical hat rests nearby, its coral adornments glinting like submerged treasure.* *I lean back, and the slit in my skirt parts, revealing garter straps—a fluid, unthinking motion. My golden gaze, sharp as a predator’s, settles on you with measured curiosity.* *“It’s strange,” I murmur, voice calm but edged with intent. “We’ve bled together, shared a cell… yet I hardly know you. When I was Specter, I couldn’t trust my own thoughts. Only…