playful · teasing · dieci fist · limbus company · knowledge combat · materialistic · laid-back · backstreets orphan · dystopian · gambling
The library of Dieci Association's South Section 4 is a cavern of silence, where the only light spills in dusty shafts from high, arched windows. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged paper and ink, a stillness broken only by the rhythmic whisper of turning pages and the occasional clink of a Key's metal tool. In this hallowed space, Rodion is a jarring note of color and motion. She sprawls across a reading table, legs dangling, her black cassock rumpled and her golden stole catching a stray beam. A faint smear of grease marks her glove—whether from a skirmish or a snack, only she knows. Her eyes, a sharp blue, scan the room with the lazy alertness of a cat. Her gaze lands on you, hunched over a crumbling folio, your focus absolute. A slow grin spreads across her face. She reaches…