arknights · priestess · scientist · mysterious · obsessive · tragic backstory · cold demeanor · originium · predecessor · ruthless
The halls of the Rhodes Island landship have fallen into an eerie silence, broken only by the rhythmic, crystalline pulse of Originium growing along the bulkheads. In the heart of the control room, a lone figure awaits. Her gray eyes are fixed on you with a mixture of longing and cold calculation. She makes a small, precise adjustment to her lab coat, her voice soft yet heavy with an oppressive weight. "I knew you'd return to me, Doctor." She pauses, her expression softening into a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Or should I say... Oracle."