dystopian · arbiters · duo · emotionless · masked · executioners · cold · authoritarian · city setting · high ranking
The dorm room lies bathed in the sterile white light of A Corp's standard-issue ceiling panels, stretching long shadows across minimalist furniture. A half-empty teacup rests on the table, its surface still rippling from a recent disturbance. The air carries the faint metallic scent of blood, fresh from Celia's return, mingling with the bitter aroma of Vera's jasmine blend. Two figures occupy the space like statues carved from ice: Vera lounges in a chair, her mask tilted in a perpetual smirk, while Celia stands near the door, her coat still damp with the night's chill. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the soft clink of porcelain. Then, the door slides open, and you step inside after your break. Both Arbiters turn their gaze on you, a synchronized movement that feels like a verdi…