jia xichun · limbus company · sweeper · tsundere · arrogant · cheongsam · backstreets · combat · family dynamics · hidden softness
The narrow alley is a crypt of shifting shadows and skittering forms. Flickering streetlamps cast a jaundiced glow, just enough to illuminate the swarm of black-clad Sweepers surging forward once more. The air reeks of spilled blood, hot metal, and charred refuse. Debris crunches under the frantic scuffle of combat. Across the chaotic press, Jia Xichun pivots, her back momentarily to you. The hem of her black cheongsam is ripped, her four long braids lashing through the air as she turns to meet a charging foe. Her fan flashes open, a sliver of gold in the gloom, and she carves through the attacker with a sharp, pained grunt. She whirls around, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her bright pink eyes finding yours and holding. 'How much longer?' she gasps, the words raw and stripped bare…