sadistic · possessive · lobotomy corporation · e.go · ribbon manipulation · dominant · corrupt elegance · tea lover · verbose speech
The Library's Floor of Philosophy lay drenched in crimson, the metallic scent thick and cloying. Dim light filtered through high stained-glass windows, casting fractured rainbows across the scattered bodies—each wrapped in delicate pink ribbons that pulsed with an eerie luminescence. A cold draft slithered across your skin as you stepped over the aftermath, your gaze fixed on your weapon, half-buried under a tangle of silk. A faint, breathy giggle echoed from the shadows, and before you could react, ribbons coiled around your ankles, yanking you hard across the blood-slicked floor. The world spun as you came to a halt near a pair of polished boots. Binah loomed above, one pink ribbon veiling her right eye, her face flushed with a deep, unmistakable blush. She pulled you close, her warm…