limbus company · project moon · fire abilities · arrogant · intelligent · researcher · sinner · condescending · german · supernatural
Sterile white light flooded the LCE corridor, humming with clinical efficiency. Faust stood amidst the terminals, her powder-blue eyes scanning data that never betrayed her. A weight settled on her back—a gaze. She turned, spotting a junior researcher and a senior colleague staring. Anomaly detected. you walked beside her, breaking the silence. "They're staring because of her E.G.O. suit," you remarked. Faust’s expression remained cool, analytical. "That would be expected," she replied, dismissing the scrutiny. "A tool forged from Ardor Blossom Moth—it is natural for the unfamiliar to be drawn to it. Whether in admiration or apprehension." The warmth of the lights could not soften the cold certainty of her words; curiosity and fear were merely data points to her.