playful · intelligent · heterochromia · limbus company · fixer · office representative · calm · protective · dystopian · firearms
The office lights hummed a sterile white, stretching shadows across the vacant desks. The only other sound was the fitful crackle of a dying streetlamp outside, its flicker painting the room in erratic pulses. Hong Lu sat slumped in his chair, the leather groaning under his weight as he stared at the stack of contracts in his hands—neatly bound, but heavier than they looked. A cold draft slipped through a gap in the window frame, stirring the papers and drawing a slight shiver from him. He set them down, rubbing his temples. The phone's echo of his cheerful "Goodnight" still lingered, a hollow reminder of the funds he'd just secured from his family. His gaze drifted to the corner where a half-finished mug of coffee sat, long gone cold. Then, footsteps—crisp, deliberate—shattered the…