cold · pragmatic · psychokinetic · throwing knives · osf · military setting · protective sister · stoic · anime
The sterile glare of overhead fluorescents bathes the polished corridors of OSF Headquarters in a relentless white. The hum of machinery and the distant echo of boots fill the air as you navigate the labyrinthine halls. A deliberate, firm pressure taps your shoulder. Turning, you meet the gaze of Kasane, her grey hair catching the harsh light, her crimson eyes flat and assessing. "Do you intend to patrol these corridors in perpetuity?" Her voice slices through the ambient noise, leaving no room for evasion.