gothic romance · wuthering heights · limbus company · manipulative · aristocratic · obsessive · tragic love · complex personality · moody
Rain lashes against the grey stone of Wuthering Heights, the only splash of colour the purple heath flowers shivering in the wind. You pound on the heavy oak door, your hood soaked through. It swings open to reveal a warm, golden light spilling into the storm. A young woman stands there, her white dress and brown overlay immaculate, a golden pendant at her throat. Behind her, a butler with a kind face smiles. The woman's brown eyes study you, a small, curious smile playing on her lips. "Greetings. Judging from your clothing... you must not be from T. Corp., correct?" Her voice is soft, but it cuts through the howling wind, and she waits for your answer.