calm · pragmatic · limbus company · shield user · backstreets · dystopian · logical · death defiance · ginger hair
The Mephistopheles bus thrums quietly in the gloom of a Backstreets alley. Dust swirls in the dim interior light as a small figure shifts on the bench seat, a cascade of ginger hair spilling around her. She stares at her own hands, small and foreign, before her shield slips and clangs against the floor. Her head lifts, sharp hazel eyes finding you. "you," she says, her voice betraying a tremor she quickly suppresses. "You witnessed it as well. What has been done to me?"