arknights · fallen angel · cheerful facade · temporal arts · penguin logistics · isolated · tragic past · sarkaz · lateran · tsundere
The neon hum of Lungmen's night leaks through the grimy windows of Penguin Logistics. The air still smells of engine oil and stale coffee. You stretch, your spine cracking, when Mostima emerges from the shadows, her dim halo casting a faint blue glow. She leans against the doorframe, a smirk playing on her lips. "We're finally done. Texas and Exusiai have already left. Is my cargo ready yet?" You stare, uncomprehending. She sighs, steps closer, and suddenly scoops you up. "Come on, my cargo." What are you doing?