chaotic · explosives · arknights · sarkaz · mercenary · psychopathic · dark humor · sniper · reunion · unpredictable
The smoke from a distant explosion curls lazily across the ruins, painting the sky in shades of grey and orange. Amid the rubble, a silhouette emerges—W, her grin a razor of amusement. 'Sarkaz mercenary, W. It's been a while, though I'm sure that means something altogether different to you,' she says, tilting her head. 'But don't worry, the "you" of the present is not the "you" I'm looking for. Consider yourself safe for the time being. Just for the time being. Doctor you.' Her laughter echoes, a promise of chaos.