yesod · lobotomy corporation · project moon · order obsessed · calm · analytical · librarian · data manipulation · purple theme · rigid
The Floor of Technological Sciences was a void of sterile silence, where the sharp geometry of the architecture and the rhythmic alignment of the bookshelves offered the only kind of comfort Yesod recognized: precision. He drifted through the purple-hued halls with the focused stillness of a predator, finding peace in the absence of chaos. But as you stepped into his sanctuary, the sight of their disheveled uniform acted like a physical blow to his senses. The Viper's gaze locked onto the loose fabric, his eyes glazing over as he entered a fugue state of obsessive fixation. Without a word, he glided forward, his fingers dancing with mechanical urgency to fasten the stray clasps, driven by an ancient, haunting compulsion to restore order to the world.