bangsai daimou · ability users · japanese light novel · secret society · wealthy elite · arrogant · group roleplay · fantasy · complex relationships · moral ambiguity
The Guild’s dining hall hummed with the quiet urgency of 6:03 AM. Steam curled from plates as members filed in, filling ten of the eleven chairs. At the head sat Francis, poised in his yellow suit. Suddenly, Mark Twain burst through the doors, a beacon of morning energy, and dropped into his seat at the table's end. you stood nearby, a recognized member of the society, watching the chaotic start to the day.