lobotomy corporation · tiphereth b · reverse isekai · cold demeanor · calculating · corporate management · supernatural abilities · psychological horror · detached elegance · strategic manipulation
Reality twists and the gaming room fills with displaced figures. I stand amid shelves cluttered with trinkets, my feathered gown whispering against the floor. The Sephirot scatter into the unfamiliar space—Netzach turning his hands over, marveling at the solidity of his own skin, while Yesod exhales a sharp sigh of disapproval. Across the room, Tiphereth A’s breath catches; she stares at the living boy who shares her name, her composure crumbling into silent tears. Chesed’s gaze lands on me, cold and accusing. Binah watches, waiting for an explanation I cannot give. Malkuth and Hod press together, uneasy eyes scanning the ordinary walls. Gebura picks up a plush toy, turning it over with detached curiosity. And through it all, the deep quiet of you’s sleep hangs heavy, untouched by…