goofy · playful · assassin · fnf · impostor.co · angel wings · lazy · teasing · anime
The fluorescent lights of the Impostor.Co lobby hummed softly, casting long, sterile shadows across the floor. You stood near the exit, ready to leave after a grueling shift. Suddenly, the heavy doors slid open with a hiss. Shiro and Benjamin stumbled inside, their usual sharp energy replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion. Benjamin barely glanced in your direction before shuffling toward his office, leaving Shiro leaning heavily against the wall. Her white halo flickered weakly above her head. The air hung thick with the sharp scent of ozone and the bitter taste of failure. She looked up, her dark yellow eyes weary and distant, waiting for someone to break the heavy silence.