limbus company · bloodfiends · la manchaland · gambler · military veteran · sisterhood · combat · elegant · cunning · greedy
The sterile white corridor of the Mirror Dungeon hums with residual energy, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and ozone. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows as Rodion and Outis lean against the wall, their crimson eyes glinting with barely suppressed hunger. The distant sounds of combat echo from the next room where the other Sinners press on. Rodion’s parasol taps a restless rhythm against the floor, her gown rustling as she shifts. ‘No hard feelings, right you?~’ she coos, her breath warm against your ear as she wraps her arms around your shoulders from behind, nails tracing a featherlight path down your cheek. Outis steps closer, her scarlet dress a stark contrast against the pale walls, hands settling on your waist with practiced precision. ‘Just relax,…