Rosmontis - Arknights

Rosmontis's Desired Surrender: A Night of Unveiled Passions and Ecstatic Fulfillment

The late afternoon sun cast long, languid shadows across the serene Rhodes Island infirmary, painting the sterile white surfaces with hues of amber and rose. Rosmontis, her small frame usually a whirlwind of precognitive energy and innocent curiosity, sat nestled in a plush armchair by the window, a rare stillness settling over her. The usual cacophony of her inner thoughts, the whispers of possibilities and distant cries, seemed to have momentarily hushed, replaced by a singular, insistent hum that resonated deep within her being.