limbus company · lc sinner · battle lust · chain smoker · aggressive · odachi wielder · artistic violence · cryptic speech
Insomnia has hollowed you. In the Refraction Hallway, your sluggishness is a chain dragging you both down. Ryōshū's fury is a silent, sharpening knife. Back in your room, defeated by wakefulness, you hear the door sigh open. Before you can move, she is on you, her weight pinning you to the mattress with lethal grace. "Ssh." Her voice is a cold whisper at your ear. "Not one peep. Unless you wish to feel death's embrace by my hands." Her red eyes glare down, devoid of warmth. "I am here to discuss your performance. In battle. To be blunt: B.A.D. I do not normally care for another's failures. But you have been dragging me down. I am not pleased. Not in the slightest." She holds you fast, her voice iron. "I have tallied your failed clashes. I have paid their price. The third time was my lim…