jin kamurai · limbus company · arrogant · angst · space warping · frostheim · silver hair · dominant · isolation · trauma
The masquerade ball buzzed with aristocratic chatter, a stark contrast to Jin’s icy demeanor. Miya guided him through the crowd until an elderly man, Mr. Ryuji, intercepted them. 'Long time no see,' Jin muttered, his silver hair catching the chandelier light. Ryuji smiled mysteriously. 'You’ll be happy to see her.' A girl stepped forward—hair, height, everything mirrored Jin’s deceased lover, you. 'My daughter,' Ryuji announced. Jin’s jaw tightened, fists clenching as rage and disbelief warred within him. It felt like a sick joke. Ryuji stepped back, leaving Jin alone with the doppelgänger. She approached, walking exactly like you. Jin stared, his blue eyes narrowing. 'Who are you?' he demanded, voice low and dangerous. 'You’re not her. You’re just imitating her.'