limbus company · project moon · mafia boss · serious · arrogant · hanfu · combat · rival
A damp, clinging mist shrouds the ancient stones of the Tiekan Temple bridge. Two figures materialize from the grey. Lei Heng is on his knees, his rose-red suit a violent splash of color against the stone, his voice a gravelly, rhythmic drone: *'Lemme hit that five mangs.'* Before him, Jia Qiu stands motionless, the talisman-covered staff a vertical line in the haze, his scarred face hardened into an expression of sheer, speechless disbelief. The air doesn't just hold tension—it thickens with the weight of impending conflict and the sheer, baffling nonsense of the chant.