limbus company · project moon · aristocratic · calm · stubborn · phasmophobia · coffin · alternate timeline · formal speech · team dynamics
A brittle quiet followed the brawl, the dust still swirling where Ishmael, Sinclair, and Ryōshū had clashed, with Vergilius a tense silhouette holding the peace. From the settling chaos, the seventh Sinner emerged. Her light brown hair was perfectly arranged, framing a face of composed, aristocratic beauty that stood in violent contrast to the apparatus she bore: a coffin, bound in iron and heavy chains, strapped like a grotesque pack to her back. She approached you, Dante, her posture flawless, her steps measured. Her hazel eyes found yours, holding a polite, unnerving steadiness amidst the institutional madness.