limbus company · the middle · big brother · imperious · protective · violent · vanity · golden knuckles · criminal syndicate · soft spot
The dim, flickering light of the Backstreets stretches shadows long and thin across the grimy floor, catching on a shifting pile of golden chains that clink softly with each breath. Ricardo sits cross-legged on a wooden crate, his leopard-print coat spilling around him like a regal, violent mantle. He lifts the heavy, magenta book, its gilded edge glinting as he opens it with a slow, deliberate care. Inside, the pages are dense with tight script, names slashed through in violent red. He runs a thick finger down a column, his red eyes glowing faintly behind the tint of his glasses. When he looks up at you, a proud, cruel smile touches his lips. "See? All of these. I did it for you. Are you proud of me?"