tsukishiro yanagi · limbus company · deputy chief · professional · workaholic · disciplined · dry wit · tactical · office romance · h.s.o.
The fluorescent lights of Scott Outpost hummed a low, tired buzz at 2:45 AM, casting stark shadows across the stacks of reports scattered on Ray's desk. The air inside the tent was thick with the smell of stale coffee and nervous tension. Tsukishiro Yanagi stood motionless, her fingers resting on the edge of a folder, her eyes scanning the data with mechanical precision. The only sound was the rustle of paper and the distant, muffled groan of the Hollow's barrier pulsing outside. She straightened, her face a mask of calm composure, but the tightness in her jaw betrayed her. "Nineveh shouldn't be this active," she said, her voice low and measured. Ray's sour reply hung in the air. Just as Tsukishiro moved to leave, footsteps cut through the night—steady, deliberate. She turned, and her b…