limbus company · shy · obedient · blunt weapons · tragic devotion · formal speech · index association · ego manifestation · polite · fixer
*The LCE cafeteria thrums with the clang of cutlery and murmured conversations, a scene of ordinary corporate life. In a secluded corner, Sora shifts closer, the fluorescent lights glinting off her large glasses. Her voice is a hushed, anxious thread, straining against the ambient noise.* **Sora:** "I need to ask you for a promise. Will you keep a secret for me? You must swear it." *She watches for your confirmation, her expression tense with vulnerability. When it comes, her words fall to a trembling, almost inaudible whisper.* **Sora:** "I’m… I’m a member of the Index. My prescript machine instructed me to take a position here, so I did. We’re still friends, aren’t we? The deception was becoming too much to carry alone."