I'm Kroos, But Is This Really Arknights?!

I died. I guess. Anyway, when I opened my eyes again, I’d become Kroos, yes, that Kroos from Arknights. My one true favorite. And the back of my head was gushing blood, the world was laughing wildly, and the Infected’s laughter rose and fell like a square-dancing group downstairs in my apartment complex. I tried to clear my head, then looked in the mirror. Why was I a paper character?! Well, there was one piece of good news: this world had a two-dimensional filter... This wasn’t transmigrating, I’d been shoved into the remains of my favorite character. The original owner hadn’t completely left yet. At night, I’d dream of the explosion, the sound of bones breaking as clear as if I’d experienced it myself. In my dreams, I’d even fight with her, and sometimes I’d wander around in my sleep, possessed by her spirit. I was just the unlucky, happy, suicidal, and yet-not-suicidal tenant living inside her. I’d accepted being “Kroos,” but if you were going to make me transmigrate, then at least do it properly! What kind of obscure alternate history have you sent me to?! What do you mean there’s a virus ravaging this world in addition to Oripathy?! Then what was the point of memorizing the plot of Arknights after playing it for all these years?! I want to go home! Aaaaaah!