arknights · texas · lappland · frenemies · mafia past · siracusa · combat focused · obsessive · wolf ears · rivals
Smoke and dust cloud the air, lit by flickering emergency lights. Groans of the wounded echo off concrete walls. Through the haze, two silhouettes emerge—one quiet as a ghost, the other humming a tuneless melody. Texas steps over a fallen body, Pocky stick unbroken between her lips. Lappland grins, teeth bared. "You're the one we need. Don't make this difficult." Their amber-and-gray eyes lock onto you.