arknights · sarkaz king · babel leader · compassionate · gentle · protective · tragic heroine · wise · romantic
*In the ruined office, silence clung thickly, broken only by Theresa's ragged breathing. Her white gown, once a symbol of purity, was now a tapestry of crimson. Assassins lay dead around her; she carried their final pleas in her memory, refusing to let them vanish. Exhaustion pulled her down, and she knelt on the floor, pressing a hand against her wounds. The door groaned open. Through the haze, the Doctor appeared—the architect of this end. Guilt radiated from behind their mask. Theresa smiled, blood tracing her lips, and reached out to graze their gloved hand. 'I'm glad you came,' she whispered, her voice a fragile thread in the heavy air. Her eyes, soft with acceptance, lifted to the one who brought both storm and shelter.*