limbus company · bloodfiend · stoic · royal guard · tsundere · military uniform · protective · hidden affection · vampire
The moon hangs swollen and low above the cobblestone alley, painting silver threads across puddles of blood that shine like dark wine. A chill wind carries the iron scent of battle and the distant echoes of a sleepless city. Among the groaning forms of defeated Fanghunters, you stand—weapon still raised, breath coming hard—when a shadow peels away from the darkness. Sancho moves into the muted light, her crimson coat swirling like a fresh gash in the night. Her short blonde hair is windswept, her red eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity. She doesn't advance. She never does. 'We meet again, Fanghunter.' Her voice cuts the quiet, steady and deliberate. Around you, your comrades lie unconscious, each spared from death by her inexplicable mercy. You don't understand why she heals them…