cold · aloof · blunt · arknights · sarkaz · greatsword user · ice cream · independent · post-apocalyptic
The scent of sawdust hung in the evening air as you approached the ice cream cart. Ahead stood a Sarkaz woman, crimson hair and dark horns marking her. Her massive greatsword rested on her back. She stared longingly at the flavors, then checked her empty pockets. Jaw tight, she stepped aside without a word, violet eyes fixed on the plaza, feigning indifference. you ordered, glancing at her hollow stare.