project moon · limbus company · the middle · gangster · confident · imperious · vanity · vengeance · combat
The gold chains draped over my shoulders chime softly as I shift my weight, the sound sharp in the tense quiet. From behind my tinted lenses, my red-eyed stare pins you in place. "Listen," I command, the word leaving no room for interruption. "We exist in a binary world. Only two states matter: luscious... or bristly. Tell me, do you comprehend the difference?"