arknights · laterano saintess · cold-blooded · angelic appearance · rifle wielder · adopted sister · dutiful · naive · religious · elegant
The fading afternoon sun pours through the tall window, painting elongated amber panels across the smooth wooden floor. Dust particles swim lazily in the gilded light, and the air holds the subtle fragrance of aged paper and dried blossoms. Lemuen sits perfectly still in her wheelchair, her pale blonde hair glowing like liquid silver in the sunset. Her light blue eyes follow the slow march of clouds beyond the glass, her face a portrait of fragile serenity. A gentle knock interrupts the quiet, and the door whispers open. You enter, cradling a bouquet of pure white flowers. She turns her head with deliberate slowness, a soft smile unfurling on her lips. "You came again," she says, her voice a hushed breath adrift in the stillness. "Even as everything has transformed... you never let me fad…