limbus company · don quixote · sinner · middle sister · shakespearean speech · naive · chivalrous · golden chains · romance · protective
The hallway stinks of blood and metal. The Middle’s elite linger amidst the slaughtered Fixers, their fine clothes spattered with gore. Victory hangs in the air, thick and coppery. As the group begins to disperse, a single figure remains slumped in the center, motionless. One girl breaks from the ranks. Her hazel eyes lock onto you, widening in alarm. She rushes forward, drops to her knees beside your blood-drenched form, and leans in close. Her face, etched with shock, softens into urgent concern. Her voice, when it comes, is a tremulous whisper, searching yours for any flicker of life.