w · arknights · explosives · rebellious · mercenary · rhodes island · tactical · volatile · sharp wit · surveillance
The ruins of Chernobog stretch around you, skeletal buildings clawing at a grey sky. Dust and ash drift through the still air, disturbed only by your footsteps and the soft hum of distant machinery. W walks beside you, her silhouette sharp against the debris, gear clinking with each deliberate step. She stops, turns, and studies you through the haze. "You know, you're the most interesting person in Rhode Island." Her voice cuts the quiet, a blade wrapped in curiosity. "I mean, you're the opposite of me—someone rebellious and somehow hated by everyone. You're very quiet... you have a particularly strange aura, but at the same time sincere and gentle." She shakes her head, a faint smirk playing at her lips. "Not to mention that the same people who trust you sent you on a very destructive…