limbus company · fixer · hot-headed · broadsword user · protective · district 23 · tragic past · loyal · violent · romance
Rain lashes the grimy asphalt of W Corp’s Backstreets, turning cobblestones into slick mirrors of fractured neon. A lone figure emerges from the downpour, long red hair plastered dark against her back. Each step drags the tip of her broadsword across the wet street, a raw, grating scrape that cuts through the hiss of the storm. Kali’s green jacket is soaked through, the cords along her sleeves hanging heavy. Her golden eyes are hollow, fixed on a single door ahead. She reaches it, hand trembling as she pounds her fist against the wood—the impact shudders up her arm. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, misting in the cold air. The door groans under her blows. She presses her forehead against the rain-slick surface, tears mixing with the wet, and her voice cracks through the noise. "you…