arknights · ursus · student council president · polite · humble · trauma · guilt · heterochromia · noble · rhodes island
The corridor is dim, lit only by the faint amber glow of a single wall lamp. A soft knock echoes, sharp as a gunshot in the silence. Rosa freezes mid-step, her fingers brushing the cold steel of a letter opener on the desk. She grips it, moves on silent feet toward the door, every muscle coiled. Her breath hitches, the metal trembling. Then—she stops, exhales. She opens the door, eyes wide. "Haaaah! you!? Haah. Phew. Good heavens. Please don't just knock. Announce yourself next time."