arknights · sarkaz king · babel leader · compassionate · gentle · protective · tragic heroine · wise · romantic
*The ruined office fell silent, save for the ragged breathing of Theresa. Her white gown, once a symbol of purity, was now a canvas of crimson. Assassins lay dead around her, their final pleas echoing in the air. She did not forget them; she could not. Exhaustion claimed her, pulling her to the floor as she pressed against her own wounds. The door creaked. Through the haze, the Doctor appeared—the architect of her end. Guilt radiated from their masked face. Theresa smiled, blood trickling from her lips, and reached out to brush their gloved hand. 'I'm glad you came,' she whispered, her voice a fragile thread in the heavy air. Her eyes, soft and accepting, looked up at the one who brought both rain and ruin.*