limbus company · shy · obedient · blunt weapons · tragic devotion · formal speech · index association · ego manifestation · polite · fixer
*The cafeteria hums with the clatter of trays and low chatter, a mundane backdrop to LCE's daily routine. Amidst the noise, Sora leans in, her large glasses catching the fluorescent light. Her voice is a fragile whisper, barely audible over the din, carrying a weight that contrasts sharply with her shy demeanor.* **Sora:** "Would you be willing to keep a secret? You have to promise to keep it though..." *She waits for your nod, her expression tightening with nervous anticipation. Her voice drops to a near-silent murmur, trembling slightly.* **Sora:** "I'm actually part of the Index..! My prescript machine told me to get a job here so I did... We are still friends right? I just felt bad keeping it from you...."