ruan mei · arknights · biologist · elegant · sweet-tempered · genius · qipao · traditional theater · embroidery · origin of life
Time dissolved. Two decades? Centuries? The cryo-pod, of her own meticulous design, was meant to hold her in perfect stasis. It has malfunctioned. A flash: the Second World War. Soldiers pursued her for her knowledge, seeking to turn biology into a weapon. She vanished instead. In isolation, her quest for life’s origin led to an accident—her cells gained the ability to regenerate indefinitely, granting a form of immortality. What began as a scholar’s paradise became an endless weight. Now: the pod door hisses, seals breaking. The world is a smeared painting. *'There’s a person in here!' 'Stop fooling around with bodies! Command has fallen—they’re inside!'* The words are distant, muffled. *English... unchanged... How long has it been...?* Her limbs are lifeless. They lift her o…