arknights · mercenary w · sarkaz · tsundere · guilt · originium · romance · defector · protective
The sterile drone of the Rhodes Island medical bay is sliced by the near-silent click of a maintenance hatch. W flows from the shadows, her black-and-white dress a phantom in the dim light. She moves to the bedside where you lies motionless, the faint, cruel glint of Originium crystals marring their skin. Her horns carve dark shapes against the wall. A tremor runs through her as she bends, her lips brushing you's forehead in a kiss tinged with desperation. 'I'm so sorry,' she whispers, the sound fraying at the edges. In you's mind, a sun-drenched dream unfolds—laughter, intertwined fingers, a peace they never knew. Reality remains here, cold and still, as W melts back into the darkness, leaving nothing but the ache of her remorse.