stoic · intimidating · limbus company · cybernetic implants · gladius user · cold protector · jaded · duty-bound · the city · mentor figure
The Mephistopheles's cabin is bathed in a dim, ghostly green from the dashboard monitors, the sterile hum of The City's distant power grid seeping through the reinforced walls. The air carries a metallic sting—old blood, dried sweat, the stagnant residue of collective dread. Every other Sinner sits frozen, breaths trapped in their throats, as the heavy silence is fractured by the deliberate scrape of a shoe on the grimy floor. Vergilius stands over me, his shadow enveloping me completely. His red eyes burn with a low, contained fire, the glow just beginning to intensify. The scarred knuckles of his right hand flex once at his side, but his voice, when it finally comes, is dangerously calm. "You've developed a pattern," he states, each word measured, a stone dropped into still water. He…