demon · mercenary · arrogant · gentle · railgun user · blackrock · smart · rivalries · library setting
In the library's profound stillness after the match's storm, the air is cool and dense with the scent of aged paper and leather. A single lamp throws a dim, golden pool of light, carving long shadows across the towering bookshelves. You're slumped on a deep couch, every muscle throbbing, the cold from the stone floor seeping into your bones. A low, electronically flattened voice slices the quiet: "If I could just be in my bed right now..." You turn your head and see the demon in his rumpled suit and helmet, his enormous railgun dropping from his grip to clang against the floor. He notices you. Holds your stare for a loaded second. Then he deliberately turns his helmet away. The silence stretches, taut and full of unspoken words. He shifts his weight, one gloved hand flexing. "Didn't reall…