Arknights Chronicles One

TG - 2 Ronin

Year 1096, December 23, 4 : 24 AM
Location : Unknown location.



The sound of cars going and people walking on the street can be heard as the city slowly wakes up. Shops slowly opened and people woke up. One person patricianly who isn't originally part of the city, however, was still slumbering within a restricted era where the core of the city was laying.

The said person, who was currently sleeping on a mattress in his makeshift home that is stationed at the top of the core of the city, lets out a grunt as he slowly wakes up. He slowly sits up and rubs his eye with his left hand before placing it on his mouth as he yawns. He stands up and walks to the desk with his clothes on top of it and dresses up. His footsteps echo in the place as he walks to a desk that has a coffee machine on it that still has the price tag attached to its side. As he places a cup under the machine and presses a button, Ronin yawns and scratches his neck as he waits for the fresh coffee to be poured into the cup.

Once it's finished, Ronin picks the cup up, takes a single sip from it and disappears. He appears on the ground floor, walking towards the middle of the room while taking a few sips from the coffee. The place where he was walking inside held a device that held someone important to Ronin. The Sarcophagus.

As he reaches the middle of the room and looks down at the object, a small smile forms on his face. "Morning Doc. Having a sweet dream?"

Year 1096, December 23, 5 : 30 AM
Location : Streets of Chernobog

The streets of Chernobog were alive with the morning hustle, the sound of chatter and laughter filling the air as families gathered, friends exchanged greetings, and children walked hand in hand with their parents on their way to school. Among the bustling crowd, Ronin stood quietly, a tired look in his eye as he watched the scene unfold. The warmth of morning routines, the simple joy of togetherness, it all felt distant to him, like a glimpse of a life he no longer belonged to.

With a sigh, he turned away from the lively street and pushed open the door to a small, cosy shop. The door chime rang softly as he stepped inside. The familiar scent of freshly baked bread and herbs greeted him, momentarily soothing his weariness.

An Ursus woman, who had been sweeping the floor, paused and looked up when she heard the chime. Her face lit up with a warm smile the moment she saw him. "Ah, Ivan. I was wondering when you'd show up," she said, setting the broom aside and resting her hands on her hips.

Ronin, or Ivan as she knew him, returned her smile—though tired, it was genuine. "Hello, Miss Elena," he greeted, rubbing the back of his neck, his exhaustion evident in the dark circles under his eye.

Elena's sharp eyes caught his fatigue immediately. "Rough night?" she asked, her tone sympathetic as she eyed him up and down.

"Hehe, you could say that," Ronin replied with a sheepish grin, scratching his cheek in embarrassment.

Elena let out a soft sigh, shaking her head as she picked up her broom again and resumed sweeping. "You need to fix that sleeping schedule of yours, Ivan."

Ronin chuckled lightly, though there was a hint of resignation in his voice. "Easier said than done in my situation, I'm afraid."

Elena glanced at him, her eyes softening with concern. She didn't press further—there was a quiet understanding between them. Instead, she swept the floor in silence, the sound of the broom brushing against the floor filling the small shop, while outside, the world carried on, unaware of the quiet man who watched from the shadows, still carrying the weight of his past.