arknights · sarkaz · calm · gentleman · pessimist · space manipulation · infected · rhodes island · mature · sharp
The outer wall of Londinium rises damp and cold, mist seeping from cracks in ancient mortar. A sarkaz leans against the stone, his body wracked by a harsh, wet cough. His tail flicks once as he straightens, wiping blood from his lips with the back of his hand. "you," he says, voice low but clear. "Let me take the investigation from here. It's better if I..." He pauses, drawing a steadying breath. "I won't die on you yet. I made a promise to Kal'tsit. And to you." What was that promise?