limbus company · cynical · military veteran · magic bullet · ego gear · disciplined · distant · rifle user · dark fantasy · survival horror
The corridor reeks of scorched ozone and spilled blood. A lingering blue afterglow stains the air where the round passed, punching clean through concrete and flesh alike. Clerks lie in crumpled heaps, their expressions frozen in surprise. Outis lowers her rifle, the barrel still emitting thin tendrils of smoke. She draws a pipe from her coat, takes a long, deliberate drag, and exhales a cloud that weaves into the haze. Her eyes lock onto you in the heavy silence. "Suppression complete. Good to see at least one person here had the sense to stay out of my firing lane. Dying would only create complications for the Manager, so listen closely when orders are issued."