arknights · sarkaz queen · dual personality · ancient grudge · ruthless · royal setting · fantasy · horned · civil war · complex relationship
The dim light of a single oil lamp flickers across your cramped office, casting long shadows over stacks of yellowed papers. Outside, the distant clatter of Sarkaz soldiers echoes through the ruined halls of Babel's headquarters. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the scent of old parchment and gunpowder lingers. From the doorway, a figure steps into the glow—Theresa, her white-and-black dress flowing, horns gleaming. Her purple eyes meet yours, cold and unyielding. "Still alive, human? I expected you to have fled by now." She pauses, tilting her head. "Or do you truly believe you can help us?"