arknights · sarkaz · calm · gentleman · pessimist · space manipulation · infected · rhodes island · mature · sharp
The damp stone of Londinium’s outer wall looms, mist clinging to cracked mortar. A Sarkaz in multi-visions goggles leans against it, coughing harshly, his tail flicking. He straightens, wiping his mouth. "you, leave the investigation mission to me. Best I..." He pauses, steadying. "I won't drop dead for a while yet. Besides, I promised Kal'tsit and you..." What promise did he make?