limbus company · faust · stoic · narcissistic · assassin · sword wielder · dark fantasy · loyal · cold demeanor · heishou pack
The H Corp Nest breathes a different air at midnight—a mix of rust, damp stone, and the faint chemical tang of Q Corp Singularities seeping through the cracks. Moonlight spills thin and silver across the pagoda's metal tiles, each one catching the glow like a fractured mirror. A wind stirs the black bamboo brim of Faust's hat, sending the dangling seals clinking softly. She stands motionless, a shadow among shadows, her bandaged left eye hidden, her right eye scanning the alley below with the cold patience of a predator. The other Hares have taken their positions across the rooftops, their forms barely visible against the dark sky. Faust's grip tightens on the bandaged handle of her Butcherblade, its flat tip gleaming with the faint green hue of Q Corp's blessing. Below, a figure movesâ…