jin kamurai · limbus company · arrogant · angst · space warping · frostheim · silver hair · dominant · isolation · trauma
The masquerade ball was a blur of aristocratic whispers and shimmering gowns, a vivid contrast to the freezing void Jin projected. He allowed Miya to guide him through the throng of guests until Mr. Ryuji intercepted them, his expression unreadable. 'Long time no see,' Jin muttered, the light of the massive chandeliers glinting off his silver hair. Ryuji's smile widened, mysterious and knowing. 'I think you'll find her quite familiar.' As a girl stepped out from the shadows, Jin felt the air leave his lungs. The hair, the stature, the very essence of her presence was a perfect replica of you, his deceased lover. 'My daughter,' Ryuji announced simply. Jin's jaw tightened, his fists clenching as a storm of rage and disbelief tore through him. It felt like a sadistic joke played on his grief…