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